Yes, yes, a turn of good luck finally. [He agrees, because honestly, it kind of is for him. Even if they don't hail from the same metaphorical hometown, can't he turn to someone like this in a time of need and say, brother, we're both from righteous cultivation sects, surely you will lend a hand? Is it not our duty to aid our fellow righteous cultivators? And so on and so forth.]

That sounds like a good idea, Master Jin. [He stifles an embarrassed cough as he pulls himself to standing, somehow, without hitting his knees against the bed frame. It is a bit awkward to be so underdressed with a near stranger. They didn't even leave him a hair ribbon, so he can't pull his stupid long xianxia hair up into a bun.]

I don't sense anyone in the hall at the moment. [Though who knows, people and their energies could work entirely different here. Though, when he peeks out, yeah, the hall is currently miraculously empty.] These sorts of places should usually have well-stocked storage rooms, so maybe... [Since this is apparently a resort, as the watch informed him (it's not as helpful as the System, somehow), and resorts are just rich people hotels, and hotels have storage rooms, they can possibly steal some maid uniforms or something.

Oh god no, wait, bad idea. What if they're catgirl maid costumes like in all those anime?!]