Steve smiles a little. "Very practical," he agrees.

He arranges the coat so it's more-or-less draped over their shoulders; it's a bit of a squeeze.

Steve watches the fire, but sneaks glances at Kori out of the corner of his eye. "So, uh. Tamaran. What's that like? I'm afraid I've never heard of it. You seem familiar with Earth, though? I mean. You're speaking English, and you didn't seem shocked by my pasty, not-orange appearance, so." He smirks faintly.