[ Tracing Jim's palms with his own gloved hands. Pausing to look at Jim a moment and then drop his gaze down Jim's chest and pants. It takes a moment for him to realize what he means and his attention snaps back up. Giving a sheepish smile. ]
Coats. Right. How long do you think we have? [ Before one of the Soldiers come looking for them. ]
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Coats. Right. How long do you think we have? [ Before one of the Soldiers come looking for them. ]