“Yeah,” with a swig of beer; his gaze follows his daughter for a moment and if she's feeling any ill effects of being bounced around the fucking multiverse, she doesn't look it. (They made a family here, and she's so happy to be home that he can't grudge it. The cottage was a setback, but he should be able to get them in somewhere else soon-- in the mean time, it is good some places, being back.) “Third time around with Hellsing, now; no regrets there.”

He's probably the best walking advertisement for the place, and he knows it.