It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vex Vex'ahlia, a half-elf ranger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, you, Pike and Clarota come to their senses, but Vox Machina has lost any advantage of surprise they may have had. Vox Machina hurriedly searches the rest of the floor.
DM: It's dissipated at this point. It's thin enough. You still can smell it, and it smells awful, like a very, very heavy, electrical fire-type smell.
Player: So I can see that guy?
DM: Yeah.
Player: So should I notch an arrow and try to hit him?
DM: It's up to you. What're you going to do?
Player: All right, I attack him, then!
DM: All right, go for it then.
