[Oh, thank goodness. She puts both hands out to take them, looking at him with a grateful nod and a vague smile of relief. Even if they've been sweat upon, it's not like she isn't used to being kept in armor that is theoretically climate controlled but in practice... well, kind of hot regardless.]

Thanks. I wish there was something more practical for me to wear on a regular day. I'll figure that out later. Right now, I'm changing.

[And so she heads inside for a moment, finds the bathroom after a longing look at that melting ice, and relaxes for a moment before she swaps the clothing out. It's seems reasonable enough to lay her previous garments out to air a bit, so she does that, too, and returns to him with a warning.]

Alright, so if the bathroom stinks, it's just my shirt.