Despite being a man of words, more often than not, Lucius answers by way of action; he gets out of the car while it's still growling. He doesn't like the car anyway, for all that it is a necessity. The fog is cool and damp. The last they saw of the sky, it had threatened snow.

A slight flick of his cane has the longer wooden sheath disappearing as if it were made of smoke, revealing shorter wand. Silver shimmers through the air down its length at some charm that Lucius doesn't bother to explain to the other two as he pauses beside the car, hand resting on open door and studying the unusual sight before them.

"We shall look," he finally announces, voice prim and crisp in the damp air. "Goodness knows how much blank white fog I can stand at a time. Lehnsherr, would you care to..." Lucius doesn't actually have a name for Erik's magic, so he settles on; "...right it?" A nod to the carriage and its visible underside.