"I'm trying," he growled, thinking to himself how ignorant she sounded, healthy as she was.
"That's the first step, then," she returned happily, ignoring his souring mood. "The next step is to find you a place to live. Have you made any progress in that direction?"
"Not really, no. One of your orderlies helped me work the phone last week, and I located a few promising apartments, but I have to actually be there to sign the applications and leases, and such." Christen sighed leadenly, exhausted by the day's exertions. Groaning, he added, "I thought I'd go to a hotel for a few days, until I get everything sorted out. I was planning to use cabs and such to get around, since my car is totaled. Not that I could drive, even if it was good as new."
"That sounds like a good plan, Mr. Bass, but maybe I could help make it a bit better. If you agree, of course."
"Rachel, I could use all the help you can offer," he sighed, relieved. "I thought you people just didn't give a shit."