Tarn narrows his eyes, clearly insulted. Does she truly think him so weak that he can't handle a bit of cold weather? That he's any less capable than her? He's starting to regret his decision to allow Zarya to help him.

Tarn refuses the jacket, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. He maybe be shivering and caked in snow and ice, but he's stubborn.

"I'm fine. I'm capable of making a short trip"