That gets Lambert to snort softly. Instead of answering, he fishes out the necklace he's wearing -- a simple cast iron letter opener, edges sharpened to an actually usable sharpness. It's a little rude flashing it at a changeling, probably a bit like waving around a gun, but it answers her question.

At the question, though, Lambert will look exceedingly uncomfortable. "I've spoken to it. Twice." He'd rather not explain the circumstances, that much is clear. "She's ... odd."

'Luck' isn't quite a word Lambert would use to describe his own encounters with the supernatural, recently.