homeless, currently searching.

[connors]

You'll forgive me, I'm sure, if I confess that I'd rather not play ball. [ And yes, he knows — it's a bad joke, though no less pertinent. ]

Not that languishing is ideal, either, but the prospects all seem rather bleak, considering that your go-to option is a tin can in space. That said, I do admit to an interest in—

—never mind. The matter is best left alone, I think.