While Lachlan does shy away a bit from the swinging stick, he still smiles, quietly relieved. "Me too sometimes. It...kept you motivated." He tilts his head back a little, glancing at the trees as he hears the brief lyrical trill of some songbird. Maybe a chickadee of some sort? It flies by before he can get a good look or even think to lift his camera, though. That's all right.

He looks back at Yancey. "...Don't undersell yourself, though."