Han, for his part, ambles into the living quarters looking like he always belonged there. It isn't as if he was ever going to spend a lot of time on Earth after discovering it in the multiverse, but it feels far more alien to him than any other planet he's ever traveled to. He's not entirely sure why.

Instructions from Natasha to get clothes shake him out of that feeling. He manages to study the surroundings pretty thoroughly for someone who has such a look of ambivalence on his face. The lack of metal finish in the place makes it feel 'quaint' and perhaps borderline primitive to his sensibilities.

"Who wears this much purple?" Han mutters a little too loudly for it to stay to himself, while he searches through the closet.

The wayfaring space captain happens to notice, too, a lack of sleeves among most of the clothing as well. The garments with one sleeve striking him as even weirder. He sighs. Going through every individual hanger once and pulling out nothing.

Eventually, he settles on a pair of black pants. A mostly burgundy purple top. And then a long black coat (that he actually kind of likes) with more of that purple colored trim. A decidedly tactical look. An intervention from the more espionage savvy earther might be required ...