His anger shifts to confusion for a moment and it shows in the bewildered look he gives her for a moment before irritable accepting the coat. He doesn't bother trying to put it on. His arms are too big for the sleeves, and he can tell just by looking at it. He does pull it around his shoulders, though.

"I don't know what you're talking about." There's a bitter shake to his words from trying to keep his teeth from chattering and not fully succeeding. It's cold, and he's wet and barely dressed, but it's better than wearing the freezing wet layers he had come out of the fountain wearing.

"Where is this?"