Of course. That would just be too convenient, wouldn't it. Lambert scowls, setting his hands on his hips, though the irritation isn't directed at Childermass or his lack of memory.

"Then there's nothing to do but ask the Ringmaster what she plans on doing," he says, finally. "Though I don't think we're going to get any straight answers out of her. That much hasn't changed."

If he sounds a little sour, well, he is. The majority of his own injuries might be his own fault for being a human who allowed himself to get in over his head, but the fact remains that the Beast had been a pain in the ass for most of Portland and remained that way.