"For goodness' sake," she sighs aloud (Greek; it must be having Ayse around); she's been here less than a week, and...he's asking for her help, albeit in a familiarly prideful way of not actually asking, and she does tend to be inclined to give it, usually. If nothing else, it'll be interesting.

"I hadn't even got my coat off."

It occurs to her, not for the first time, that it might be wise to get herself a bit more set up for this kind of thing in the flat. She'll have to deal with that later, though:

Then we're going to have to do this without painkillers. You can explain it to me when I pick you up; where are you?