"Might be a use for you, yeah." Saturday gives him a considering look. "The dog trick... but you sure you're up to it? You look like hell, chummer."

It's a blunt assessment, but not intended as a hostile one. He's skinny and twitchy and by all accounts spent the past few years in some hellhole black site for naughty mages; these are all things that tend to make a person unreliable on a job. At least until they're back on their feet. Maybe he adjusts quick.