"Oh it's not me... I mean I feel safe." Fitz said, pointing to himself. "Just reporting what I hear and see. I think everyone's a bit scared- but not without cause. And I've not heard anyone blame you or anything." A meow and purr normally fixed most situations he was in, having to think and talk was something he'd apparently fallen out of habit with. "But I also should ask... h-how do you want me to proceed?"
He expected the answer to be keep doing as he'd been doing. Normally it was 'business as usual' unless there was someone specific someone needed watched. Part of him wondered if more people might be able to be let in on the secret. But then again that might mean more of a risk of him being found out... and god knows what punishment might entail for someone who has been living in secret on the island for five years. God had it really been five years? So, basically he was looking at remaining isolated, or exchanging more frequent human contact for the likely hood of jail or worse. Yea, he wasn't sure what he wanted anymore... he'd just go with what she wanted.