What was it with guys giving her jackets? She seriously wanted to sink down into the snow and just curl up. She eyed his jacket, his hand, and then his face as she hesitantly reached over. Then she settled her hand over his and simply blinked a few times. "It's embarrassing to have you doing that."

Then she paused, "Not that you, yourself are embarrassing, but-"

I'm not used to it. You're making these stupid pitter-patters on the inside. Stop it.

"-it'd be like you letting me do something like that for you," she mildly protested. "If I really need to, I can go run and buy one." Which really meant if he was really that worried about her, she'd reluctantly go do exactly that. "But I'm not refined enough for a guy to be treating me like a princess," she coughed, mildly shy by the treatment.

Or a lady, evidently.