You can't really ignore the sounds of explosions and yelling, even if it's a good yard or two away from your eyesight. All you're able to focus on at the moment is the sick man resting on your lap. Surprisingly for Giriko, he couldn't take another five minutes in the cold before sneezing like crazy.

"T-There's gotta be extra coats somewhere-" He sneezed before he could finish what he was saying, blowing his nose and probably on his 24th napkin. He lazily threw it far away in a pile of his own crumbled napkins, really not caring how pretty disgusting that is.

He sighed pathetically, nuzzling his head further on your lap. "I hate all that damn noise out there... I need a heater or something..." He continued to rant for any sort of warmth as if it's gonna fall out of the sky. Only thing you could do is comfort Giriko in his annoying, sick, yet somewhat desperate state.