It's at this point that Strange realizes well shit. He doesn't have a tent. So, he's been wandering around, looking at the various tents, trying to find someone who he can bum a blanket off of and who he can share a space with. For all of Strange's poncey upper classness, he has slept on some terrible surfaces before, most notably in the peninsula. And he's still tired enough that he thinks if he closes his eyes, he'll fall asleep.

The smell of jerky and smoked meat distracts him slightly as he wanders over towards Tyki. It's easy to spot Strange thanks to his new party trick called 'the ends of his hair are now permanently on fire'. It's less easy for Strange to spot Tyki, and he only realizes that Tyki's with the jerky smell until he's a few feet from the man.

"Ah," Strange simply remarks, as if he's surprised to see Tyki out here. "Hello there, Mister Mykk. Mind if I join you?" And without waiting for an answer, Strange sits down on the blanket as well, though he isn't laying down on it just yet.

There's something a bit different about Strange's posture. He sits up a little straighter, holds himself a little tenser, and seems like he's not relaxing as much as everybody else here. He's also wearing shorts and a loose cotton shirt, but that's mostly because Childermass is a shit and, to the best of Strange's knowledge, didn't bring him any trousers.