Re: Far-off thunder...
Ping, pong, ping, pong. The two men volleyed, and in the meanwhile, Zap had motioned for Frankie to come and stand by the thrones. She leaned toward the councilwoman and sorceress and whispered: "We'll pool our resources later; have a meeting. Once things are settled for the closing," of Jol, "we can get on top of this before it does us..." the queen sighed and looked to Thor, who'd just taken a direct jab at Strange's outfit. She rolled her eyes, then looked to Frankie who was dressed similarly. "They won't," she assured Thor, then smiled at Catacomb... who probably had more than her fair share of work cut out for her if the dead were wreaking havoc.
"After the festivities, we can gather our brightest and share what we've all noted recently, magically-speaking. Would you like to stay in the sanctum or here within the palace quarters?" She was sure Frankie could escort him where he wanted to go... probably the former.