A change of subject isn't unwelcome. Stephen's been running these same conversations around on loop both in- and outside of his own head for as long as they've been around to have. He pops the final couple of segments of his half a fruit into his mouth with a hummed note of acknowledgement - freedom to utilise a public space, how generous - and pushes himself to his feet.

An audience isn't really what he came for but his options are a right-now audience of one or a trek through the castle in search of another secluded corner. Dr. Stephen Strange, M.D Ph.D, is no stranger to watchers in the gallery.

Turning, an underarm toss passes something round and bright and waxy to the touch Ralston's way. "Thanks for sharing."

It's another orange, plucked from empty air. A snack if he's staying for a show. Payment with interest for an earlier offering if he's not.