[What’s an iron? Rufus pretends to not care whether or not Alec’s serious, though it makes him wonder just what the hell these clothes have been through before he donned him. And the man has any right to remark about his pants?]

Assets are frozen. Everything I owned is now considered company property, and I’m not allowed on premises. I don’t have a place to stay, and on top of that, I’m sure the Turks will be monitoring me now and again.

[He pushes the bag back into Alec’s hands. Why should he carry it?]

To “check in”.