[ he's glad to have an understanding person that's fine him. While Lancelot has taken the responsibility of inconveniencing them, he imagines he would not be able to tolerate anyone that was rude in response as he should. Even so, he won't take advantage of patience and does continue on with the attempt to get on his feet, setting the headpiece down on the edge of the unit. At the sound of her offer, however, Lancelot hesitates a moment as if considering before smiling a little nervously as he glances over to her. ] Your offer is most gracious, but I would not want to trouble you... and the truth is...

... I have no idea what is even wrong with me.

[ He's not rejecting her assistance at all, but he does seem a little uncertain if him going there will be a waste of time: both for her and the staff.

He tries to step away from the support of the VR unit now to hold himself upright, but the vertigo that never left becomes accompanied with a rush of dizziness once again. With how still the air in these chambers are, his nausea is not any better, either.

Thankfully, Lancelot is able to stay standing (that would be incredibly embarrassing otherwise) but doesn't try to take another step further. He's never been this out of balance before, he thinks. Considering the way he fights, it probably is safe to convince himself he is not overreacting to his symptoms. Still... does one even get sick like this from VR? ]

... Is it very far from here, may I ask?