Lambert's a steady presence beside Yuya, his grip on his shoulder loosening a bit despite the tension of the situation. He's not spoiling for a fight, but he's hardly going to leave Yuya up here on his own, either. He eyes those vines warily, but forces a smile up at her, instead.

"Actually," he says, amenably, "I was just about to offer her an escort. Or a drink, if she'd prefer." He plucks the half-empty glass of wine from Yuya's fingers, holding it out for her like he's unfazed, even as Strange steps forward.