"Fan-fucking-tastic," Lambert answers dryly, like he doesn't think it's fantastic at all. It's not remotely reassuring that a supervisor doesn't seem to know any more than they do about what's going on, though he could have guessed as much from how things went down during the damn Celebration...

"Any chance you might recognize her by description? White hair, drop-dead gorgeous?" It's not much to go on, and his wry expression says as much.