A groan came from the Samoan, tossing out yet another pair of pants. “Will Talon ever get my correct size?” He asked rhetorically, not noticing you passing his door, until he half turned, looking over to you as he attempted to pull on a new pair of pants. “Damn…you!” His voice made you snap up, looking up at him to his eyes. “Grab me that other pair of pants, yeah?” He tossed the pair he finished trying on away, grumbling to himself.