[The smile stays a little longer, welcomed by making light of the fucked up situation he comes from. It's not something she often - if ever - feels she has permission to do, and while it's on the table, for however long that may be, it feels only right to indulge a little.]

Maybe the Porter is stronger than your werewolf beacon.

[She's not entirely sure if that's a good thing; here is where the smile starts to shrink again.]

It's not like I haven't given you half my baggage already. Seems only fair?