John missed his old hoard. His personal hoard was cliché, he collected bullet casings, fragments of metal, cogs, springs, anything that was metal and shiny that was found he claimed. His home looked like a metal yard.

He had tried to fill the arch in his chest with his team, but a werewolf, a harpie, and a wraith just didn't make the cut.

So when Price saw you, he felt like he had found everything he had been missing.

Price stares at the new hybrid as they get out of the truck, eyes trailing over them, before stepping forward to greet them

“Hello, welcome to the team. It’s nice to meet you"