[On the Ringmaster's side of the radio, she makes private 'what the fuck?' expression, mouthing the words to herself. She's not sure if she even wants to bother pursuing that - is it really worth explaining what seems like a pretty basic concept?

Probably not in this case.]

It's not like this is something I asked you to do. If Lambert did, that's between you and him for now. If you find my warnings unhelpful, then go ahead and pretend I said nothing.

[If it will make him stop acting like he really wants a biscuit, anyway.]