In previous scenarios that echoed something like this, Major was able to turn the charm on like a light switch. He might've leaned casually against the door way, arms folded across his chest or thumbs tucked into the waistband of his pants as though he had nothing better to do with his time, as though he could've spent all day waiting for the woman on the other side of the door to open it. But this wasn't like those other scenarios, and there was no need for the Charm Bomb to explode, as Tina Belcher had once said.

If anything, Major looks like an interesting combination between sheepish, embarrassed, and like he was the cat who swallowed the bird.

"So, Ravi had my underwear - which, you'd figure, being room mates for so long before we wound up here, wouldn't have been weird or anything anymore, but it was. Then Wanda helped me find my pants, and .. all that's left is .. well." He motions to himself and his bare chest. "The shirt. Don't suppose you've seen it?"