"...fair enough." He takes a moment to breathe, and more carefully he uses the bannister to stand and move down the stairs. He's obviously moving awkwardly, feeling out each step with his foot like he can't see it. "But- still, I assure you, we're in the same situation. You think I was doing my fucking job in pyjamas? I don't know where the fuck we are and certainly not who you are."

When he reaches the bottom of the stairs, it's more readily apparent that the pyjamas, while the correct length, hang on him like he's too skinny for them. And he's barely tall, only just pushing five foot nine, perhaps.