[The sight of Lambdadelta on the screen disarms him somewhat. His falters visibly, and for a second, he seems confused, until an apparent pain in his head snaps him out of it. He winces and shakes his head, and it takes him a second to force a reply out of lips that still feel frozen from the cold.]

Lamb- Fräulein Lambda? [He seems almost normal for a second - as normal as Richtofen can be - and then he goes back to glaring all over again.] No, I most certainly am not! I'm- I'm trapped in this place with a bunch of disgusting idiots, I'm stuck in this fake body, I have to wear this stupid collar for the rest of mein life-

[He starts to tug at it, but predictably, it doesn't budge. He continues to hold onto it with an iron grip, however, his free hand tightening on his gun. He sucks in a few unsteady breaths, his shoulders rising and falling visibly. His head is hanging down, face obscured by the brim of his cap.]

...I am not okay. No.