"Well. That tells me everything I need to know."

While Strange's expression is a very measured calm, there's a tenseness to his voice that he can't hide. Fuck, hell, shit, damn the Mother of Invention and damn this set-up. He practically wasted the past three days and for what? Nothing!

"Best of luck dealing with this." And, fists clenched at his side, Strange turns around to leave Herbert and the productivity board area.