Harry blinked a few times, trying to sort this through. Sorcerer Supreme? This guy wasn't the Merlin, Harry was certain of that. He wasn't a British asshole like the current Merlin was. And the Merlin didn't get some shiny gold orb for being the Merlin.
And clearly it was something that would be dangerous in anyone else's hands. That was certain from the look on the man's face. Just as Harry was starting to remember that they were in an asylum, Strange went panicked and headed out the door.
Harry sat for a moment, debating. There was a chance he was being made an ass of. There was a chance that a potentially dangerous object had fallen into the wrong hands. There was a chance that a mildly deranged patient was hallucinating.
"Hell's bells," Harry muttered. He started to look for his staff, realized it was still missing, and went after Strange. "Hey! Doc! Hold up."