Ingrid remained silent for a moment, enjoying the quiet and perhaps most importantly, the seat.
"I work, if thats what you mean. Everyone needs a P.I. for... something. Not saying I am being buried by work or that the city's movers and shakers call me to cover up their dirty secrets. But it pays enough and lets me fit in with the mundane crowd. The Groundskeeper stuff is... still fresh. I haven't done anything with it, really."
She shifted in her seat, sighing.
"I guess I'll have to take command of the Tunnel thing. We really do need to have a look. Even if there is nothing down there to suit our purposes we still have to secure the Freehold. As for the Hedge... I got no idea. A large Freehold can organise Hollows and patrols and stuff. We can't. I guess... At best we could set up some supply Cache's for emergencies. And maybe keep tabs on any pathways that get too close to Funderland."
The Darkling shrugged.