Alone in the shared Haven you hold down the fort.
You feel a bit restless as the group asks you to track down a lead on the Hunter Michael Standdown on your own. It was one thing to confront him with a group but alone? That may be another matter entirely.
As you consider whether to dial the Native man's number, you feel a presence behind you. You turn and it is a spirit, the spirit that your Sire can send out on long range trips, somehow.
It speaks in its unsettling disembodied voice, "It has been some time since you phoned home..."