"Good." He's fine with a lack of details, really. Just knowing she's already thinking ahead and cooking up their next plan of attack is enough to make him feel a little less discouraged. Ghoul grins at her and stands, slapping the compress back in to place- which is a terrible idea and makes him hiss, but what else can be expected from a stupid dog who never learns.

"M'gonna go break more of my face for the cause, then." Though things will be calmer in the daylight, there are still vampires out there that aren't bothered by the sun. Keeping on patrols for a while longer can't hurt.