She paused rather blatantly when he did exactly that. Her head inclined a bit and for many moments, she didn't know what to say.

You don't need to do that, she wanted to protest. That's completely unnecessary. Don't pretend with me. I hate it when you do that.

So she simply stared at him for a time as her brain tried to reboot itself and actually work again. "...It's... a pride issue," she found herself saying. "I should wear my ethnicity proudly, even in the winter. I am not so weak as to be taken... down by snow." And she was beginning to blush, which really just made her shift to hide her face in his closest arm.

"You're going to be cold if you give me your clothes," she murmured.