If there's anything Lambert has learned, it's that you don't contradict the mage who's asking you a question while he's holding a fuck-huge fireball in the middle of the street. He's at least pretty sure that even if Pig can kick his head in, she wouldn't actually do it, but Strange seems unstable right now, to say the least.

"Of course you'd be a great Guardian," Lambert says automatically, eyes darting between Pig and Strange. And then he scowls. "But look, there's nothing I can do to change it, is there?"