"No guarantees," he says - which is true enough; more than likely, the warehouse hasn't got any kind of central heating. Though for her sake he adds quickly enough: "You can hold on to the jacket for now though. Just mind the tear in the sleeve, would you? I don't want it getting worse."

It doesn't take long to make their way back to the warehouse in question. Charlie slows his pace to an amble, sticking to the shadow cast by the fence itself. He pauses entirely in a dark spot, going momentarily quiet. There's a camera near the main gate leading into the lot itself. He reaches out, catching his knuckles against her shoulder amicably enough. "There. Light 'er up, my darling."