"Th...th...thanks.." he chattered, the cold making him stutter. He gratefully took the coat. He put his bag down just long enough to put the coat on then picked up his bag again. "Do...do you know wha...wha... what kind of Akuma did this?" he asked, shocing his hands as deep into the pockets as he could, hunching against the cold, the jacket pressing against his soaked clothing. But at least Plagg would have somewhere somewhat dryer to hide.