Civic duty. Of course.

"Thank you, Judith. I may take you up on that." He doesn't actually have many options, or at least no open invitations. He's sure the Brucolac would allow him a place on his ship, but it's already quite crowded. His other options mostly involve sleeping in the dirt, which will not help him look any less like a zombie than he does now. Judith, on the other hand, is sure to have a nice, empty basement somewhere in her territory.