She starts out to dismiss him after all that craziness, but finally, he seemed to settle some.  Her books still strewn on the floor as she had opted for her coat instead of gathering them when she finished calming him.  "don't worry about it," she half mutters and half says.  "This day can't possibly get worse anyways," she mutters completely this time.  She barely took time to notice his eyes were red too, so absorbed in her worries.  She didn't even catch his color of eyes.<br/><br/>Then the coat is offered.  She looks up into his face in a different way this time.  It wasn't about calming the nervous or clearing her path to quiet, it was about seeing him.  The one kind enough to reach out and notice a need.  She tilts her head to see if he had an angle in offering the coat.  His face seems sincere to her.  She manages a half smile, any other day it would have been a fuller smile but today is not any other day.  The half smile will have to do.   She does not really answer so much as takes her own coat off and hangs it from the hook to hopefully dry some during their journey.  How long was this train ride anyway?  She forgot to ask and hasn't taken this trip by train before.  She makes a mental chastisement for her lack of attention to such details as she reaches out her hand for his coat.  Her mother's teachings reach from her childhood to smack her upside the head and she remembers to say "Thank you, I appreciate this."  As she accepts his coat.<br/><br/>His coat, straight from his body, is still warm.  Instantly, she feels better.  The warmth drying her bare flesh and taking some of the wetness of her shirt.  It was thin, but it is amazing how a thin shirt can seem to stay wet when one is cold.  She revels in the dry warmth for a moment until someone passes by and kicks one of her books.  They say a few unkind words and pass.  She smirks to their back.  Anger and pain enough in her heart, she is not as kind to them as she would be on other days.  She turns to her books and gathers them.  She is grateful he does not help this time as sometimes it is better to do something yourself.  Once the books are safely in hand again, she retakes her seat.<br/><br/>Train seats are not the most luxurious spaces in life.  They are decently comfortable for mass transit, though.  She settles back into the chair and fidgets to get the right spot.  It takes a moment and she hits him lightly with an elbow here and an fore arm there and her hand on against the side of his knee before she gets herself situated.  She goes to put her arm on the shared armrest without thought.  His arm is already there.  She pulls back quickly with a quick apology and a blush.  Her cheeks meshing with her eyes, red and puffy.  'this day can't possibly get worst, can it?,' she thinks as she berates herself for the armrest.