"I have no idea what you're talking about." It didn't seem to matter, though. She seemed very focused on getting him to talk about how she should handle her money.
"I'm a financier. Or I was. I guess I sort of am still, I take care of Charlie's money. It's a lot of money. I'd have to ask you a few questions though, about the money." How many times had he just said money? How many more times would it happen? He had to stop. "If you don't mind, I'd like to find some other clothes first? I'm not entirely comfortable being in this jumpsuit."
Since he wasn't having a stroke, changing was his new priority. He was glad that he wasn't having a stroke. He supposed that it was a really good thing.
"Then we can have coffee. Or something." It was all so strange. "Is there anybody less abrasive that I can talk to about this city stuff?"