Look, I know about Vietnam, but - you're not a country, you're a person!

[ He drags a hand down his face. ]

Aw, jeeze, did I get a crazy one...

[ She's right there, Lancer. Don't be rude. He adjusts his stance, lance dangling over his shoulder as his attention snaps back to her. Well, he's just going to have to make the best of this, right? Even if his master is a crazy amnesiac who apparently doesn't know the first thing about any of this. ]

Look, I'm not a mage-

[ This time, anyway. He's a lancer, not a caster. ]

-but you did something right to summon me. Probably whatever chant you've got written down there. Plus a catalyst...