Nero glanced from the woman to the man, eying the strange fabric offered to him. Slowly, he accepted it, staring at it for a few moments... then glanced up, clearly confused. "...What do I do with this?"
In a restrictive tank, people had no need for clothing. He'd never been allowed anything to wear.
His gaze soon returned and settled upon the woman, the arms slowly unfurling and disappearing. He wrapped his own natural ones around him, trembling in the cold and resisting the urge to flee once more. "... I don't like you."