Honestly, the suggestion isn't out of the question, even as she resists the urge to shake her head at him. At least he's lightened up enough to break the tension with humor. Progress.

She lets him go with only a faint bit of reluctance, which is immediately replaced by interest. Over the years, she's seen him shrug off his jacket hundreds of times but she hasn't gotten sick of it. There's something about how he rolls his shoulders to do it.

Blinking, she seems to consider, and then: "Lend me a shirt?" Because this one sure isn't staying on. Not that it's uncomfortable, it's just one too many layers and she's ready to be done with it. Her vest comes off first, an immediate sweep of relief going through her as she drapes it over the back of the nearby chair.