*can't immediately discern whether you mean things (okay) or Things (healing and just as bad as ever) but thinks you cannot possibly mean Things (brilliant) and so just says:* Okay. Looking up, hopefully. Dust settling over at yours?
*pauses at the front desk when Pete makes a crack about his apparently failing memory* Hey. Not my fault they were mislabeled last time. Watch and learn, pal.
*continues out the front door and down the steps, turning in the direction of his favorite café (can't go wrong with a place that serves up decent food and tact in equal proportion)*