[She gets another glance at the mention of a heavier jacket, Will's eyes focused on the straps. They don't seem to be of much use if she has to deal with that chill, nothing else over it. It's easier to relax, to be more open to small talk when there is something else going on to prevent true, rotting idleness. If she makes an obvious cue to sit somewhere, he'll follow, but if she's good with walking and talking for now?

Like hell he's going to speak against it. It's not bad at all.]

Gets a lot chillier here than it does in Florida. [His hands are firmly stuck in his pockets, but he looks at his own coat and then looks around to some of the others nearby, eyebrow raised.] If it starts snowing or gets to be too much, you could always just borrow one from somebody.

[Borrow or take without asking, whatever works.]