The Gilded Mark's lip presses into a firm line as she turns to face Strange with a similar amount of force and accusation. She is actually quite tall, much like Ignatius is, so she has the advantage of glaring down her nose at him.

"I'm his sister," she says. Then, all in one moment, her severity melds away as her shoulders sink. She sighs. "...Though I'm sure he wouldn't have told you that."