Stranged watched the entire scene play out in exact opposition to how it was supposed to go: Loki refusing to supplicate himself to a minion of Thanos, the mad Titan who would have his neck for a stress ball in any other situation. It was like the illusion of it broke down, the hotel sentience not being able to gamble on them refusing to re-enact the worst of themselves. It was a hail Mary, probably, the rooms getting more and more desperate to keep them running or breaking down instead of confronting it.
"Actually, yes," Strange said, turning to him as a spark of something formed in his head. "Our powers, mostly mine, can't affect the world, right? We've tried, it's like feeling a giant red error warning. But maybe we can affect each other."
It wasn't like he wanted to walk around and fortify the mind of a man who had decimated Strange's home city, but it had to be worth a try. "Downside is that I could liquefy your brain. Or make you see things you don't want to see again. Not sure which is worse there."