[In a similar fashion, Cable is circling the lot to inspect the vehicles. He's looking for practicality, something like a pick-up. Something sturdy.
In comparison to Angel, he's overdressed. He's got a bomber jacket with a fur-lined collar and a scarf on. The hint she drops isn't lost on him when he glances over at her. He's in no position to chide her, knowing that they didn't get a choice in outfit when they came here, but it's tempting. Unfortunately, he is just a man(mutant) and is weak to the image of a pretty, shivering woman in need of help.
He doesn't look happy at all as he approaches, shedding the jacket off while he walks. Still, he drops it on her shoulders. It's warm, because he runs warm. Maybe because under the jacket he's been hiding a big, metal arm.]
Better? [For whatever reason, he asks it like it's an accusation.]
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In comparison to Angel, he's overdressed. He's got a bomber jacket with a fur-lined collar and a scarf on. The hint she drops isn't lost on him when he glances over at her. He's in no position to chide her, knowing that they didn't get a choice in outfit when they came here, but it's tempting. Unfortunately, he is just a man(mutant) and is weak to the image of a pretty, shivering woman in need of help.
He doesn't look happy at all as he approaches, shedding the jacket off while he walks. Still, he drops it on her shoulders. It's warm, because he runs warm. Maybe because under the jacket he's been hiding a big, metal arm.]
Better? [For whatever reason, he asks it like it's an accusation.]
Gonna have to find your own pants.