That one was probably a bit hard to get, so Lambert's going to make an effort to verbalize what he's getting at, shrugging.

"It's not like we're going anywhere," he says, lazily. "And even if we could get out of here, we'd just fall, wouldn't we? It's not like we have wings or whatever they brought us in on."

He presses the query again, an image of a note hastily wrapped around an arrow. Splatting to his death is a very real concern, Gon!