"What are you talking about? My memory is fine. And I don't appreciate you implying that I didn't think before acting this time!" she snaps. Worried or not, Peridot's not really picking up on anything Strange is putting down other than a general annoyance that she's being lectured for contributing to the fight. "It wasn't exactly the sort of situation that I had the luxury of sitting out on. Syrlya was busy getting crushed half to death, and I didn't see anyone else jumping to levitate a tiny iron knife inside of the single minuscule hole we managed to make in that stupid thing's armor!"

All this arguing is making her feel woozy. Mid retort, she slides down off of her seat to sit on the ground, so she can lean back against the retaining wall of the fountain instead of having to hold herself upright.