"Hmn! One never knows, where advice may come from," he snorts in reply- though he does stare a bit for. A moment.

He. He knows what you're saying, but it's the most hesitant 'understood' feeling he's ever sent. He'll briefly emphasize the image of strings connecting themselves to others- before the image is cartoonishly abandoned to dust, replaced instead with the image of a table for war-plans. A number of them gathered around, seemingly coordinating.

He knows they can't go in blind- they'll be working together for a reason. As it is.

"But very well- thank you for the company at the very least."