KERFUFFLE
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"Well, I'm not too cold, but I suppose it would be good to find one at some point," Christien replied. "Excuse me for one moment," he said as he unwrapped his arms-- though certainly not without reluctancy-- from around her and then braved the storm to check the wreckage on the off chance that something that would fit him had survived. Blue check pattern caught his eye, recognising it as something he had in his own wardrobe, in a little pile of debris a little way from the plane. He held it up. Yes it was his. He slid it on and darted back to the shelter. He rolled the sleeves up, but couldn't be bothered with the buttons at that point and ran a hand back through his dampened hair.