"I thought you'd see it that way." Lambert's grin just widens even more. He is, if nothing else, a champion at derailing serious conversations if he isn't kept in check.

Still, looking at the unconscious man on the bed is a quick way to sober up again, a reminder of what he stands to lose. With his shirt cut away, Childermass is left wearing a couple of necklaces (brushed to the side to avoid lying on his burns) and a bracer around one arm, not that it was easy to spot before with Lambert in the way. The design should look fairly familiar to Peridot -- after all, she made them, and its twin is still firmly clasped over Lambert's own arm. He's not going to bother to retrieve it at the moment, clearing his throat and looking over to Peridot.

"... I need to see how the rest of the Carnival is doing. I'll come back on the hour. If his condition changes, call me on the radio?"