Morningstar's fingers are pinching the bridge of her nose, and as the babble goes on that posture becomes more and more tense by the second. Then Lambert totally crosses a line, and her patience is officially shattered.

"Well, I was going to wait for your master to show up so that I could kill you all in front of her..." she says, and then looks up, her eyes gone hellishly red. "But I guess an arrangement of corpses will have to do!"

She floats into the air, and raises a hand, dramatically lowering to point a clawed finger in the direction of the carnival workers.

"GET THEM!"

The elder vampire that have been lurking in the corners thus far begin to come forward, the weight of their mental influence already pushing down on the assembled group. Submit.