Something smarter, maybe. Though it's good to know you put a little more thought into it than Portland. [ Lambert shrugs, but he's smirking ever so slightly, recalling the mess that had turned into. Half-assed plan or not, the conviction is something he likes. A poor choice, maybe, but not one she regrets... that's how Lambert views his own mistakes, too. ]

This is the second time we've gotten screwed going up against fae. [ His expression sobers a bit, looking at her. That's true enough, isn't it? Of course, in the broad scheme of things, the Carnival got universally screwed by the fae, but both of them have directly borne the physical brunt of making the attempt. ]

I'm getting real tired of that. [ He turns his face to the ceiling, scowling as his fingers curl in his lap. In a weird way, perhaps, it's impossible to talk to Childermass and Strange about this. They're afraid of the fae. So many people are, and some part of Lambert is too. More than that, though? He's angry. And he's always found a way to turn anger into something useful, and Rita seems to think the same way.

He just wishes he knew what that something was. ]