This is probably not the right environment for geniuses, it's true. Unless those geniuses want to get away with going overlooked and get a breather from other geniuses, and people who know who they are, of course. Will would in no way be offended if the remark about him not looking like anyone special was said out loud—quite the contrary, that's a very fine compliment.

"Not at all."

Will grabs the rack and immediately plays the game of getting all the balls into it, which means that there must be that one continually rolling just out of reach. One that he eventually gives up on and plunks it in with the others, none of which are in any particular order. He's not picky or superstitious about the game just yet. It's practice for friendly competition later down the road, not something he bets on or makes any money from. Newcomer's neatness and fine dress gets him a quick look, Will's eyes lingering on nothing for too long. The perfect cursory glance easily taken as Will sizing him up instead of wondering what the dress shirt means, if this guy just got off work at some place cultured and decided to stop by with the less cultured prawns of the world to find relief. Maybe observe.

"How long's a while?"

He's not an expert by any stretch of the imagination, but. If the answer he gets is something that sounds like "actually, I've never played" it would be unfair of him to go about it like he would with someone who's played in the past few months, wouldn't it?