"...a...a little. But...it's not so bad." The deerling is happy to take the petting, chirping and nuzzling back at her hand affectionately. "I'm just...glad he was willing to take me at all..." But oh, can she afford a coat? She is cold, and that was exactly the reason why she's out right now. Looking back at the window, she notes the prices before pulling out her wallet.

...barely. She can barely afford one. But a stranger doesn't need to know that.

"M-mm. I can. I am just...trying to decide which to get..."