Mei raises an eyebrow when you join her out of the station for your date. She was used to your lack of respect for uniforms, but it was December, snow was falling, and you had only taken a thin baseball jacket to cover you.

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Mei says with a cold voice, for once empty of sterness. She was progressing, trying to open up.

Wear this, at least.

She takes off her tartan scarf, wrapping it around your neck.