He nodded, not at all worried, "Yeah. You could. But if you did, I could track you down and get whatever you took back. Or whatever's left of it by then. You'd also be blacklisted by the Night Council. Probably. And you'd be gettin' Lancelot in trouble, too. Since he's your sponsor. Didn't figure you for the sort to want to screw him over."

The fact that he might also get in trouble with his boss over it wasn't mentioned. That was a risk he was willing to take.

Daryl unconsciously mirrored her, sticking his hands into his pockets, "'Sides, just cause I put a good word in for you don't mean you're gonna get hired. And even if you do, it'd probably be on a trial basis. Get you trained properly. You're still young. No one's gonna expect you to have much experience."

He really hoped it was clear this wasn't a pity offer. He knew how shit that was to get and he had no intention of treating her like she was a charity case. But he also knew how good it was to have a chance to start over. That's what London was to him, after all. His chance. This could be hers.