As soon as the chemical smell hits his nostrils, Strange can't help but wince. At least in his mind, this means that Lambert's never allowed to complain at him about the state of his room again because at least it doesn't smell like it will go up if someone lights a match.

No matter what, that window needs to be opened. So Strange walks over to the other side of the room and attempts to jimmy that window open himself, probably accidentally tracking some snow on the floor in the first place.

"Put on a coat," he tells Lambert, without really taking into account what the other man thinks about the whole situation. Thankfully, the window easily slides open. "We're going shopping. Or at least, we're leaving this cabin and letting the damn thing actually air out. You'll poison yourself even further at this rate."