She had almost said no to the coat, but the warmth that started to spread through her skin was so much more preferable than the cold that had been seeping into her bones from the ankles up. She only had on the light slip-on shoes she wore when working again having expected to have been home snuggled up in bed by now, not standing in the dark, next to a garage with a bullet hole, on the spot where a woman had been killed...

"Thanks," she returned for the coat, her nose twitching a little as she inhaled his scent, and the slight hint of cigarette smoke. None of her family smoked. Melody had tried it once, inhaling from a cigarette a guy had offered her at a party, and had spent the next ten minutes between feeling nauseous, head spinning, and throwing up.

"I uh, really should be going. I have another eight blocks to go to get fuel, then walk back again," she said, a little reluctantly as the coat really was a lot warmer than her own light jacket. But she'd soon warm up with the walking. She followed his glance across at the car. "Does your partner usually leave you to do all the dirty work?"