"That is fine," Zarya responds simply. If someone doesn't want something on them, she won't force it.

"I do not mind taking you to a trader. Their wares are fairly cheap," she says, simply slinging the coat over her shoulder. She can survive a ten minute walk without it. Lapis? Not so much. Zarya decides if the blue woman collapses then she'll get the coat regardless.

"It is not far away. I'm sure they will make you a warm drink, too. It is a wonder how someone so skinny has lasted so long to begin with..."