[Still worrying here. But he's nodding, all the same.]

I'm sure there will be plenty of people who'd be willing to have you around.

[His gaze briefly flickers to where several hunters were filing into the hospital, Netsach or Methuselah judging from their coats.]

Maybe you could even tag along with any of the senior ops from the other conspiracies. It helps that mixed blades here are formally recognized, now.