Lance is in the process of returning when he's stopped short by the finger pointing in his face, and he looks at it incredulously for a moment before returning his loathing gaze to the commander again. Lance isn't a very large person, and would absolutely lose a fight against this man, but he looks like he might just try anyway if this went on a moment longer.

After Brickenden has taken his leave, Lance turns back to Fíadh and Colin with an icy glare.
"Stay here," he snaps, "or go home. I don't care. Don't get involved, or I will lock you up." This is punctuated by a glance into Fíadh's eyes; that's right, You.