His blunt delivery of, "Not particularly, no," still manages to land... not pleasantly, by any stretch, but not unkindly, either. Will risks a blink-and-you'll-miss-it sideways glance at Clarice while they traipse along through the underbrush, then squints ahead of them at the back of the search party. After a moment or two, he raises his eyebrows. "Actually, I imagine that's one more thing we've got in common with them. An inability to look outside ourselves."

A beat, and then he clears his throat, remembering his manners. "I'm Will Graham."