"Agriculture- ah! That would track if it's c-climate-controlled," he observes, watching curiously as Dustin starts unpacking his jacket. It's a lot of stuff, some things he'd ask about if he wasn't preoccupied with not freezing. After all that he probably shouldn't have been surprised to find the coat offered to him, but he still blinks almost uncomprehendingly.

It's only for two seconds that he stares, because in the next he snatches the coat and throws it around himself, shoving his arms into the lingering warmth of its sleeves. "Ohh that feels so much better," he sighs, huddling into the warmth. "I guess one can't expect alien abductions to be considerate about, well, anything, really."