"What the hell does directly mean?" Haw haw, that's only funny to Ilde... and not actually very funny at all, Gambit. He just flashes her a smile, and then nods about Ivan and whomever the new friend is; presumably somebody of the undead variety.

"I got some people." He lights another cigarette. "Wanda's the brains of my operation, obviously, but she don't do too much fieldwork."

He's just going along with the assumption Erik knows, really. They live together with her children, it's not at all a secret, and the tone of voice in which he delivers that potential nervous sledgehammer is both familiar and steadily affectionate. Heedless, he carries on.

"I figure John'll be in. Clarice, too, even if she hates my ass. There's a guy over up by the north border who's been doggin' me for a conversation, I gotta go see what's up with that."