[ It's Lambert's turn to be surprised -- though now, thinking about it, he shouldn't be. It's too late to hide that she's caught him off guard, so he does the next best thing and takes his time giving her an answer. ]

You'd have to be a mercenary, obviously, since you're not exactly talented at sneaking around. [ He says at last. It's not a yes or a no, but it's certainly teasing, perhaps his own way at getting back for that surprise whether it's feigned or genuine ... ]

You know what we do, right? [ He cocks his head to the side. ] We're the closest thing to an army the Carnival has. We're the first to head into any world we go to. We lose people, we're the ones that go after them. And if the Ringmaster asks us to do something, we do it, or at least we give it our best shot.

You want to be part of that? Why should you be?