[A quiet laugh at that, because, welp, Rory can't say he isn't used to that. Minus the job bit, but the dead part.]

Not much we can do about that. [Wryly now, and Rory scratches his head.] Somebody already pointed me towards a clinic, so I guess I know where to ask for a job once I've settled...

[And, uh, possibly get some clothes beyond his 1930s sleepwear.]

...um. Do you know where I can get clothes?