Serge blinks, turning around quizzically to look in the direction of the shout. "Oh, uh. Sure." The pants are set down on the ground, the grayish sort of one-size-fits-all pants that are largely shapeless, slightly wrinkled as though they've been sitting at the bottom of a locker but otherwise clean. "Hey, I'm really sorry and I get that waking up without clothes is... probably not a great start to your day but that's just how you were found, I swear. I keep some spare uniforms in my locker though just in case, so you can have those."
He tries to smile, though he still can't see where the shouting came from. "At least I hope you're the pantsless guy and you're not just some offworlder with a really weird way of introducing yourself."