Cooper is favoring his right arm, keeping the movement to a minimum. While his chest wound had healed up fast out of the necessity to not have a hole in his lung, his arm was taking a while longer. He nods to Jean-Claude as he approaches. They are so very different, the older vampire sleek and charming where the younger was rough and blunt.

"I'm a member of Islington, aren't I? Of course I'd be here." Nest loyalty trumped everything else in Cooper's mind. It gave him a sense of purpose and a direction in which to go. If he didn't have that in his life, he'd be lost, not to mention dreadfully bored.