"Against gravity, maybe, but it was a pretty close call," Lambert snickers. He'll catch the sword easily, as sloppily as it was thrown, and he'll slide it right on back into its holster. The man's clearly on something, but he doesn't have a potion on hand to fix that, and anyway he couldn't guarantee that it'll even work as intended.

"You came in with the carnival too, didn't you?" He's sure he remembers the man's voice on those 'radios.'