[ She’s not disappointed to hear that Strange isn’t there. She doesn’t like him, she’s never going to like him, and if she sees him again, she’s probably going to punch him in the face.

Bruce, though, he makes her laugh. It’s not loud, but it’s not sarcastic or bitter. It’s amused and a bit fond, and once again she’s reminded of the man she used to know, before the obsession and the years of tragedy turned him into a stranger. ]

Like a lab mascot? Some kind of big red good luck charm? [ She turns a smile on him, lets it edge into a teasing grin. ] I think I can do a little more than just sit on your desk. Maybe not with the magic but, I don’t know. [ The corner of her mouth quirks. ] I have a sword? That could be useful.