"Maybe not violent, but clumsy' just as bad," Lambert points out. "You're not exactly coordinated even when you're sober. And you can use the equipment if you also clean up after yourself."

He won't bother with unwrapping himself much -- it's out of the wind here, but it's still cold, and unlike Strange, he won't have anything to warm him up ... except on that thought, he does have something. He heads over to the kitchenette, and while Strange fiddles with his weed, Lambert will go about boiling water.

"I'm having tea," he calls. "You want anything to drink with that?" Dry mouth could be a side effect of some drugs, if he remembers right.