Simon wasn't expecting anyone to show up, but he supposed he should have. This was the City; people showed up when one wanted to be alone and miserable. He didnt' care that misery loved company; she could go find her own. He took a deep breath and stood slowly, pushing away from the glass. He turned and looked at the slightly shorter guy, brow raised.
"Not looking for a job." Really, the doctor had a job; he didn't like it at the moment, but he had one. Technically, he didn't need a job, no one needed a job in the City. They could want a job, and a job would be provided. But, no one had to work to get food, clothing, or lodging. It wasn't a necessity.
"And I don't live on the streets." He brushed himself off and picked at some imaginary lint. Simon tried to gather up what he had been before Serenity - a self-assured surgeon who could do anything he damn well wanted. Maybe that was what he needed to do rather than worry about everything else, maybe he really did have to think just about himself for a change. "But, thank you for the advice." Even if it was unwanted.