"Oh, you're right, I am totally freezing." It's not sarcasm or a joke in response: she really is cold, and she isn't embarrassed to admit that outright. Regardless, she starts tugging her own gloves off - thick ones, oversized for the sake of warmth, so she hopes they'll fit him alright - before tossing them his way. She doesn't wait for acknowledgment or an agreement before she does, since she sort of figures that he'll argue.

"But I also have pockets for my hands, and they are just as toasty as the gloves." And as if to punctuate her point, her still-warm hands slide right into the quilted pockets of her coat.