[ It was the classic moment of someone stopping mid motion and looking behind and around themselves in the desperate hope that this stranger is not talking to him.

Back. Left. Right. No one. Drat.

Letting the door close Will glanced quickly over John, from his face to his feet and then sent his eyes skittering off. Oh look! Underwear. Flannel boxers. Not his usual but any port in a storm right? ]

Apparently you can also go into unoccupied houses and take stuff from the closets. I personally would leave the underwear drawer alone.

[ As he found his size range, Will scooped up a couple of packages of said garments. He also peeked over at Carter. ]

Nothing in your size?