In comparison to the new guy, Mana's attire was practically summery, beach-ready. The coat provided by the company he worked for was tight around the arms, only accentuated by the straining at the seams when they were folded lazily across his chest, hands tucked under each elbow. They'd promised him a new one some time ago and it hadn't shown up yet, and the psychic wondered if chasing them up on it was delaying its arrival in that petty way people behaved when you called them out on their laziness. His jeans were thick and heavy, and his boots slightly scuffed, his hands gloveless, but that was mainly because he'd left them in his normal coat. Which sucked.
New guy, on the other hand, kind of looked like a bouncer version of Santa Claus, big and round with extra layers of fluff. If he fell, Mana could only imagine he'd go rolling down the street, probably take out a few club-goers like bowling pins.
Some people were just more sensitive to the cold, he guessed.
Shaking his head at the offer of tea, Mana smiled. "Nah; looks like you need it more than I do."