What language is that? Something tonal he thinks. John has no idea, but she's carrying on in English anyway and John is distantly grateful he doesn't have to pick his way through guessing translations.

"You're welcome," he says, and absently lets the closet door swing closed. "You need help finding somewhere?"

You know, since she was in the closet and all. He's just... giving up on the joke, for now, jokes are always unfunny once explained and she seems nice.