The sorcerer reached out and took the shot, effectively pinching the base between a tripod of his thumb, fore, and middle finger. He stared at it with a level of scrutiny, though not so much hesitation (as one might when presented with a wholly foreign liquid) but rather curiosity.
"It's been a long time since I have been able to stomach any kind of food made for human consumption. But I imagine, judging by the locals, that this wasn't exactly made for humans."
In any case, Stephen could feel his hand tremors beginning and anticipated that soon the glass would end up on the floor if he did not contend with it, one way or the other. The simple solution, then, was to allow it to fulfill its intended course and shoot it. The liquid disagreed with him but his body did not altogether rebuke its entry as it did with Earth nutrients. A shoddy gamble, Strange supposed in retrospect, considering the alternative was puking up bits of his soul on the floor.
"There is a natural energy flow through dimensional space, smaller than the atomic scale. It's something like astral energy, but not magic. Not transdimensional like sorcerous energies. A curiosity, I wonder what kind of effect it has intersecting with living creatures, but..." He lifted his eyebrows in a sort of nonchalant gesture of digression and turned his head toward the door, "The brief nature of this visit precludes any kind of investigation from being a worthwhile expenditure of time."
He followed John's lead to the door and beyond, reaching up a hand to shield his eyes at the sudden onset of light.