[ She's right about that - the thank you is just enough to make him look away firmly. His shoulders do relax just slightly when she pulls the cloak close, though; the fact that she didn't reject the gesture means a lot, even if he won't say it or even acknowledge it.

He figures she can take care of herself, but it isn't the worst thing to have people who won't stab him in the back (or front, honestly) in a place like this.

The mention of the blanket gets him to raise his eyebrows, though, and he looks back at Tifa, opening his mouth - and then closing it. A beat. ]

I guess that's a fair enough trade, considering I'll be freezing all night. [ Something he's not used to. ] At least you're not stupid enough to just give me anything, like most of the people here.