Will waves his free hand, not bothered. “I don't have anything to carry yet,” he says, “or I'd probably be holding onto it like that too.” He'd also be happy be wearing his own clothing. Or new clothing that's his – he's probably never seeing his own clothing again. The stuff he got from the Inn is serviceable, and attracts less attention than his flight suit would, but he's looking forward to actually picking out his own clothes again. “Things are a little more orderly, where I'm from.”