Unsurprisingly, Lambert's been reluctant to participate in the festivities since their arrival. An aversion to cold weather (even if it really isn't that cold) and the pressing matter of his partial petrification are excellent reasons not to stray far from the cabin he's set himself up in (with no apparent roommate other than his chemistry setup, which Childermass has so generously shadowed up for him).

When Strange walks into the cabin a few days into their stay on the moon, there's a sharp, chemical smell in the air and Lambert's in the middle of jimmying a window open, swearing quietly under his breath. He doesn't look over at Strange, but he knows who it is, and he's already jerking his chin over to indicate the other side of the cabin.

"Can you get the other one?"