Scout finds Lambert at meditation with the effects of the potion writ large over his face and skin and stops to stare, aghast. He kind of looks like he's on the Dark Side, kind of like he's poisoned or has some kind of toxin buildup- they're all the same on one level, of course. In certain people crossing over and using powers for awful purposes for the long term means a massive and detrimental reorganizing of superficial blood vessels, for reasons too speculative and abstract for her to have really looked into. But whatever powers Lambert has he doesn't have the Force and its peculiarities, so it's not that, anyway.

Poison, toxin, whatever, she could do something about that, but should she? It's much more work and strain than a pain block, and she's familiar with how doing something for someone once can mean being called on to do it regularly. Scout folds her arms over her chest and scowls. "Hey. What did you do to yourself?"