Corbie nodded. So many people were on edge right now, skeletons tumbling out of closets, future shadows looming over their present lives. For Corbie specifically, There was still a long, ugly talk that she and Mildmay were probably going to need to have once he was well enough to sit up and sustain a conversation. If Jackson ever let her, she'd probably have to talk to him about his ghost, too. "I don't know what it'd be, but if there's anything else I can do..." she shrugged. "Well. I might be in Mildmay's room, but I'm around."