Lambert doesn't have enough information to make sense of the image beyond the obvious notion that the red flashing thing is probably the core, but he'll commit it to memory as best as he can, in the hope he'll have the chance to pass it on to someone who can actually use it later.

"We're good at foolish," he mutters, looking at the red flashing light. He wonders if someone else would have been able to make more of this situation. A talker like Yuya or Strange. He isn't much of a talker, and talking is all he's got.

With an effort, he carefully levers himself up to sit, or at least attempt to, at the edge of the examination table or whatever he's on. If he's even capable of it or the technician doesn't stop him first.