[ Strange can't help but bark a laugh at Childermass's comment, giving him a little nod of agreement. Touche, friend. He isn't being gentleman-like in the slightest.

He continues to pick things up and set them down, giving each object a through examination but not really touching any buttons or triggers because hey, if Childermass says that something will explode, then he believes him. Strange's run of "let's pick up everything' is interrupted as he looks over at the lights...and the refrigerator...and various other technical devices that he knows aren't magic. ]

For a place that's as steeped in Faerie as this one, I expected it to be a bit more...magical. Tell me, do you have a mirror on you?