A twitch at the corner of his mouth, a kind of rueful grimace-smile. He’s done his own share of blunt and blunt, so he doesn’t sound offended. Just dry: “Nope,” Strange says. “Car accident. Much less exciting.”

And as a bit of tit-for-tat, a way to ghost around the subject, he gestures to the scar across her chin: “How about you? Battle?”