Gibney was as ready as he would ever be for things. He did want to make a difference, he did want to better the world, he did want to do something good with his life. So far, he had only really managed to fuck up, by his count, and this was something no one else could effectively do. This chance meant a great deal to him, and he had no intention of letting anyone down. Not Wisdom, not Logan, no one.
He nodded slowly as he listed to Logan, making sure he had it all firmly in mind. "My nose is good enough to know," he assured, so far as being followed was concerned. His smile widened when Logan spoke as himself, a warmth entering his blue eyes. "Yer a good person," he announced quietly, quite sure Logan would deny it, even as he spoke it. He bobbed his head again, pushing loose hair behind one pointed ear. "My home's with my pack." Logan would understand what he meant better than anyone. Suddenly, Gibney felt more at ease about this whole situation than he ever had. "Take care of 'em," he requested quietly, that lingering sadness about leaving the place which had welcomed him haunting him for a moment.