Nick settled his hands over his privates, figuring he try to show off some modesty as the woman approached him. He was more than a little impressed by her lack of reaction. She smelled human as far as he could tell. Maybe something was off - with her hormone production, maybe? - but it was hard to tell. The fog was bringing with it the worst kind of smell, toying with his senses, making it hard for him to pinpoint exactly what he was catching in the scene drifting his direction. As she approached him, he reached out and hesitantly took her coat, quite well aware of the role reversal going on here.
"Usually I'd deny a woman's coat on a cold day on the account of being a gentleman," he said with a bit of flare, "but in this case, I'll make an exception." He looked down at the coat in his hand before moving to pull it on and pull it closed. "A little SoHo, maybe a little Hell's Kitchen, but it works."
He looked up at the gate and then back at her. "Well, how I got here would be a pretty good start."