Lambert can only laugh at that, loud and hysterical.

"You want something to fix? Try fixing yourself first!"

"Lambert," Celandine says warningly, her eyes on the advancing bouncers. She thinks Shabon doesn't have a jail, but she'd rather not find out the hard way. Lambert shakes his hand out, feeling the sting in his knuckles and only getting angrier.

"Stay the fuck away from me," he snarls. "I don't want to see you again."