"I don't think I'd be able to move if I had anymore clothing on," Sam said, shaking her head. His concern was sweet though, she wouldn't mind another jacket, but her concern for not being able to move was very nearly legitimate. There was a sweatshirt under her heavy winter coat, and a long sleeved shirt and a tank top under that. She was wearing two pairs of socks, and leggings under jeans, and her feet barely fit into her boots.
"Hey, you did come out with your hands up!" She laughed when she noticed, reaching up to drag his hands down and twist them gently behind his back. "You have the right to remain silent," she joked, "Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law and...that is all I remember of the Miranda warning."