"Wonderful," Strange says, with a little nod. He sits down at the edge of the pool as he starts to undo his shoes, take off his stockings, and roll up his trousers. Strange's attire is still absolutely Regency era, though it's taken a bit of a beating thanks to the driving. Even without the attire, his body language is pure and concentrated 'I don't know how to act around pools'—he's out of his element, but trying hard not to seem that way.

"I know that some will say I am being silly," Strange muses, as he continues to take his shoes and stockings off. "Worried about propriety, in a place like this? But in a situation completely unfamiliar, one clings to the smallest bits of familiarity they can find."

And hot damn is all of this unfamiliar. Cars are unfamiliar. Give a man a moment or two to adjust!

As he slips his feet in the pool, Strange lets out a sigh of relief. Odd as all of this may be, the water feels fantastic.