"Right then--" he's shrugging his suit jacket off as he talks, immediately draping it over her shoulders. Sure it's bloodstained, but it's warm, and it's more than she has now.

Arthur's done the snow before. At least this time he's not bleeding out. He knows how long he'll last.

"Let's- any shelter is better than none, and right now we just need to get out of the wind." He wraps an arm around her shoulders, pressing him into his side to try and protect her a little more. Not that there's much of him to shield with. "Come on, let's move."