They make a bit of a pair. Because since they're at the carnival, Strange hasn't bothered trying to look 'civilized'. His mess of bushy brown hair looks like it hasn't been brushed in ages, his clothes are still far too 1800s and a bit too frayed and shabby, and his daemon's right: he really needs to shave.

Still, there's only one person he knew of that has used French to him over the radio. "I believe so," he says, with a nod. "Mister Delacroix, I presume?"