As Rita guides the woman out of the freezer, Strange still hovers around her head, while simultaneously trying not to get any smoke near Rita or Francis. The woman herself is moving in a slow, sluggish manner, like just the simple act of moving is hard.

The room starts to heat up. This poor woman is in a cocktail of pain right now, with the dizziness of being passed out combined with Strange's poison smoke and the mushi's intolerance to heat. She grits her teeth and lets out a moan of pain, curling in on herself.

It's working though. The warmer the room gets, the quicker the snowcloud above her head starts to vanish. The Harbinger magic starts to dissipate as well as the mushi vanish. And Strange, the big coward, actually solidifies at this point, turning back into his fully-clothed self. He's standing next to the woman and watching all of this with a small frown.

"I think it's doing the trick." But Strange obviously doesn't like the fact that it's paining the woman so much.