"What?" Lambert asks blankly, thrown off enough to metaphorically screech to a halt in the middle of the hallway, glancing back at Childermass with a knitted brow. In the process of walking off, his hand has slid from the other man's shoulder to his forearm, dragging him along in his wake. It's not such an unusual sight at the celebration, even with one man as phenomenally underdressed as Lambert is right now, so they don't merit even a second glance from the people slipping past them.
"No, there's -- we're looking for someone," he says finally. It's a struggle to hold more than a few thoughts in his head at a time, but he's trying. "Come on, we'll lose them."
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"What?" Lambert asks blankly, thrown off enough to metaphorically screech to a halt in the middle of the hallway, glancing back at Childermass with a knitted brow. In the process of walking off, his hand has slid from the other man's shoulder to his forearm, dragging him along in his wake. It's not such an unusual sight at the celebration, even with one man as phenomenally underdressed as Lambert is right now, so they don't merit even a second glance from the people slipping past them.
"No, there's -- we're looking for someone," he says finally. It's a struggle to hold more than a few thoughts in his head at a time, but he's trying. "Come on, we'll lose them."