Not if you asked some of the people that passed me in the hallway. Pricks... b-but what's done is done. Whatever.

[He turned to her. Stared. After an awkward shuffle, he pulled the slider down on the jacket and rolled his shoulders to get it off. He nodded to the moogles, and Suzette neatly hovered overhead once more.

The jacket was a little on the weightier side, but it was warm. He draped it over her head and shoulders, his mouth a firm frown of focus.]

...Y-your nose is turnin' pink.