[ she wants to be snarky, give him some shit about chivalry when he asks for her coat, but instead she simply removes it and gives it to his waiting hand. it's always a battle to resist the urge to openly oppose and resist someone who's just trying to do something nice for her. their fingers brush briefly in between exchange and despite how warm he is, she feels cool, but. that's probably just from coming from outside.

she's wearing her trademark grey tank top (does she own anything but?) with her jeans, so. she didn't exactly dress up to impress or anything, but he probably wouldn't like if she did, anyway. ]

I'm slowly beginning to learn that. [ she talks to him as she takes a few more steps forward, seemingly to get a better look at the TV, but her eyes can't help but glance up and around the room. rather than answer his question about the movie, her conversation is instead about what she's currently observing. ] You live just about as great as I do, I see. That part doesn't surprise me, though. [ they both don't need much. just a bed and four walls. ]