Hands were rubbed together, and suddenly Callie felt more than a little silly in even bringing it up. But it was something she was going to have to start doing something about; living on the streets was not a permanent solution by any means. "As soon as possible?" she said with a sheepish grin, eyes finding the ceiling before she looked away and moved over to clean things, anything to keep her hands busy.
"I'm... kinda not living anywhere." Wipe. Clean. "Since the fire." Scrub.