Being a werewolf, Scott didn't need to bundle up either. He dressed for the weather, though, in jeans and a sturdy winter coat. He'd been out for a walk when someone was suddenly in his path.
He didn't even attempt to go around her. He stopped, looked up to meet her eyes and smiled as he took her hand. "I'm Scott," he told her.
"Most people mind their own business out on the streets," he said. Obviously Delirium was different. As he would expect from someone with a name like Delirium.