Balthier says, "I think I may've -" He trails off and then smiles at the guy. "Hello. Did Stephen Strange get a hold of you?" He offers his arm. "If you'll let me, I know where there's a very soft blanket, and we can let Mr. Barton wash up."
He eyes the glasses and frowns. "They look like they're -" He can't quite describe it. The size of the technology feels like it's not entirely the right scale. "A part of something else, but that's just an off hand engineer rambling at you. Noah's downstairs, Stephen, if you'd like to talk to him."