She just wanted to be helpful. Dakila could understand that, and he could see it telegraphed in what she was doing here, too. It was hard to exist in a world and not do anything to make it better. He admired what she was getting at, immensely, for all he wasn't sure about the specifics.
But he smiled anyway as he loaded meat up onto the empty spot of the plates, a healthy portion for a couple of weres. Then, picking them up, he brought them over towards the table proper, to sit them down in spots, lingered on her feet to let her choose which seat she felt was hers.
"My boss, Captain Tiffer. He's... a very good guy. A lot like us, I think." He put Liza in the same mindset at his, someone who just wanted to make things good. "He wants to be able to do right by everyone, not just... normal people. I just think he struggles to know how to do it. Frankly, so do I."
There was something unexpectedly on his mind, this conversation, but for the moment he tried to focus on Liza, her well-meaning request. "I don't know what we need right now, what positions might be available. And honestly, I'm not even sure if it's a good idea, two of us so close to investigations and the like. But... I'll keep an eye out for openings. And keep you in mind."
Didn't want to dash her hopes, but also didn't want to make it sound like a sure thing, because it certainly wasn't. His own position at work was more and more tenuous all the time.