While Strange goes for the sink, Syrlya checks behind them before quietly closing the door. Both employees huddle closer, too scared to draw more attention to themselves at first in fear.

"What... what's happening out there?" One of them finally whispers in a lost, trembling voice. Syrlya turns around, lower his blade as he takes a few steps and crouches by their level to give Strange the room to focus on scrying, not comforting.

"I'm sorry," he offers with a faint, regretful smile. "Please keep your head down, and we won't let harm come to you."

That's not something he can promise, but he sounds so assured. "Can you tell me if anything like this has happened before?"

The second employee shakes her head rapidly. "No! At least... never this bad."