When Bertie laid eyes on the woman, he colored out to his ears in embarrassment. He'd just been toodle-pipping along on a brisk walk, and here was a girl missing, well... most of her clothes. She had to be frozen! The gentleman kept his eyes firmly on her feet as he approach. "Ah, miss, I, ah... your. Hmm! Let me just- p-please take my coat!"

Bertie pulled the thing off, feeling the bite of the cold air now that he was human again, and thrust it toward her. It was half an offering, and half a shield for his own eyes.