[ Lambert, having finally wrestled his arms around the rebel Mudbray to keep it from trampling the letters into the mud, is more or less caught off guard by Carly speaking up. He eyes her warily, like he's measuring up whether or not he should expect a fireball to the face very shortly, but when none seem to be forthcoming, he relaxes a bit.
Though that's not saying much. ]
Most people are probably getting to leave. [ Lambert shrugs. Much like he and Carly should be, probably. ]
no subject
Though that's not saying much. ]
Most people are probably getting to leave. [ Lambert shrugs. Much like he and Carly should be, probably. ]