Not that his question matters anymore, really; those shreds of normalcy like midterms and exams are far away, left behind in another universe entirely. But Strange still gives a rueful smile at her laugh. “I guess it’s ‘punching demons in the face’ now, whatever it would’ve been before.”

Down the hall, a harried servant passes by the pair, having to squeeze past them in the corridor while lugging a couple heavy pails of water. Strange steps back against the wall and out of the way. Aware, then, that he should probably stop clogging up the hallways and monopolising this girl’s time when all she’d done was almost trip over him for it.

“Alright. Figure I should probably let you get going — I think it’s almost mealtime — but it was nice to meet you, Clarisse. I expect we’ll be seeing each other around on assignments, anyway.”