It's plain that Scout sees a lot of things that aren't quite right with this particular foxtrot, but she keeps most of it to herself and even seems to be enjoying the faster, more urgent pace. She's a little too agitated to laugh - she'd be faking it if she did, it would be really obvious - but she does smile here and there.

Good to see Lambert back to form. He's clearly got more-than-baseline-human strength and vigor; she wonders sometimes what being a 'witcher' means relating to that. Mercenary stuff probably. In the galaxy far from here career fighters will do a lot to get and keep an edge.

"Ugh, really? We're doing this?" Preventing him is too much effort and would amuse him more than going with it. She can at least keep it from being too random or graceless. "All right, on the spin, and hands on my waist, not my hips."