"Could be dangerous," he points out. "You don't really know what kind of people they are." Lambert doesn't really know much about visions or how they ought to be interpreted, so his only response is a cautious nod. It makes sense, in a way. He supposes it make about as much sense as saying he gets a stomachache when he's supposed to try and save someone.

"I don't know them very well," he explains, frowning. "I've just seen people who match those descriptions around." He suspects he's not supposed to, but ... he digs his phone out, flipping through his contacts before he finds what he's looking for.

"She called herself Carly Carmine ... paranormal reporter."