Having only begun to unstrap the staff from his back, Benedict is interrupted by the force of Abby's arm wrenching him to his feet. The stick-- because that's what it is now, a glorified stick-- clatters to the ground, and he has only a second to reach down for it before he's shoved off in another direction with the balance and intent of a newborn foal. He catches himself before he can crumple to the ground again, glancing between Strange and Richard to see them struggling similarly.

"Uphill then?" he asks helplessly-- what good are the buildings if they can't hide in them?