[Herbert's eyes flick over him, working out if he looks any better. He's simultaneously feeling very anxious and doing his best not to show it. Carefully, he sets his book aside, and stands up. He's not tall, but at least this way Lambert isn't utterly looming over him and making him feel even less in control of this situation.
He hates this. Thanks a lot, Hill. This can't be allowed to stand.]
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He hates this. Thanks a lot, Hill. This can't be allowed to stand.]
Lambert. [In acknowledgement.] Doing...better?