Lambert had used whatever small amount of time he had to himself to prepare for whatever they're about to do to him, but it still doesn't quite stack up to the real thing. The ache, he can deal with -- whatever procedures they run here, at least it doesn't seem to involve the uncontrollable ejection of bodily waste, which is more than can be said for the witcher trials -- but seeing what they've done to his tail and knowing they're not even finished yet makes something cold and hard settle in his chest.

Hopefully, Shima makes the most of his new station, or Lambert's going to take his new tail and strangle him with it.

When it happens, he's in the middle of testing what control he has over his tail, seeing how prehensile it still is, and quickly stopping depending on how much it hurts him to even try to move it. The explosion has him gripping the edge of whatever surface he's laying flat on, ears flicking as he picks up the conversation that follows. He may not understand what they're looking at, but casualties he understands just fine.

Drawing attention to himself at this moment seems a bad idea, although he's deathly curious. He'll keep listening to see if they receive these 'orders' they're waiting on, and keep an eye on the screens in case something he actually has a chance of comprehending comes up. Like, you know, pictures or a map?