Vampires were some of the worst gossips around, largely because so many of them dealt in information and blackmail like it was going out of style. Billy never really paid it any mind, oftentimes largely because a portion of it was about him and if he paid attention to everything that was said about him he might as well go back to being an addict and spend the rest of his unnatural life in a super-penitentiary. Definitely not preferable to being out in the city, even with some of the old-school human officers side-eyeing him whenever they felt like it.
"You got another couple of months to wait, mate," he said, "recruits are getting pushed a bit harder since the last lot that came through couldn't hack it. Three quarters of 'em dropped out after six months or something like that. They added additional training, I think."
He rubbed the back of his neck and kicked out a chair, settling on it and looking up at the werewolf. "I get that. I've just got piss poor directional abilities, it took me a good two years to fully map this place out in my head and it's not even that big comparatively."