She doesn't look entirely appeased by this explanation, even though Strange is telling the truth, meeting that frown with a sour look of her own. Peridot glides off the upper fountain tier and lands back on the wall she was resting on, changing back into her normal self. She's still dripping wet, but at least looks a little bit less pathetic for it.

"Hmph. Since when have you been capable of performing that kind of magic?" she says grumpily, casting him a suspicious look.