At least she's not complaining at him to put out the cigarette anymore, especially since the heat of it against his mouth is an additional aid for him in fighting the cold. His coat's fairly big, though, and his own large size makes the chill a little more bearable. He's no doubt handling it at least slightly better than Zari seems to be.

"There's nothing for it to go back to."

That's the truth he's been able to piece together, since none of it seemed all too real in the first place. The people, the food — everything showed its suspicions of not being entirely authentic, and now reality is right out for them all to see.

"Our best bet is finding the orb as fast as we can, so we get the hell out of here. In the meantime, best to bundle up." Which some of them need to do more than others. He raises an eyebrow at her. "Need my coat?"