"And you think I'm not?" Strange says, with a cavalier little shrug. It's obvious that he isn't, based on the fact that he's buttoning up his coat. But this whole thing...it's exciting and exhilarating in a way that Strange hasn't experienced in years. He has literally no idea what's out there. He wants to find out.

He gives Shura a wide, slightly manic grin, before pushing open the door and heading out into the night. The guards can still do their jobs if he left. He said ten minutes and he's going to hold himself to that. His hare leaps out after him, sinking slightly in the snow, before Strange bends down, drapes her over his shoulder, and attempts to close the door with his other hand.