Strange awkwardly tries to push himself up so that he's sitting on the ground. Considering that he's still absolutely naked and just wearing a towel, the awkwardness only increases. It's odd, though. As he sits up, he definitely feels like there's moments where he could stand up, despite the fact that he currently doesn't have feet.

As Lambert sniffs the air, he'll find that unsurprisingly, Strange smells even more like smoke than normal, but there's a sickly sweetness to it as well, like someone had burned something sticky.

Still, Strange can't help but roll his eyes at Lambert's joke. His feet just vanished into nothingness, is this really the time for bad jokes? "Do you really think I'd have any idea how this happened in the first place?" he grumbles. "Here, give me your hand," said as he extends an arm to try and grab Lambert's hand.