Their shared quarters makes as good a laboratory as any in which to conduct this experiment, Strange's absence permitting. It seems they're likely to get it. There's a stillness about the air in the space which might border on unpleasant if they weren't on the verge of poking the arcane with a stick; that is momentum enough to lend the room some illusion of life fit to clear the stuffy atmosphere.

Ralston shifts the narrow pane in the window to let some breath of air in regardless. If this works, he will find himself sitting in a dreadfully still room while Kirigan treads some distant plane more or less at his leisure. He may as well make the work a shade more pleasant for himself if able.

"I suspect you'll have to make yourself comfortable," he remarks, and then dredges a little table sideways to block the door. Oops. How did that get there?