He smiles, relieved at her understanding. "Thank you." '

"Your car is being held in one of the FBI's impound garages. I'll get it out tonight. Rachel has been dealing with your apartment when none of us can - the mail and everything." He sets the IV aside and manages a very small smile. "It's been taken care of."

Steve looks down at his open shirt and fiddles with the buttons, suddenly realizing just how much he doesn't know about this entire situation. "I can get a cab, if it's an inconvenience."

He might mean 'check in and then wander the city until I can actually consider sleep', but they don't really need to know that.