This seems to satisfy her, at least, nodding agreeably with his actions. Good.

Of course he's not the only one with some confusion still. Satisfied basic needs are met, she turns her attention back to appearances. What are these people wearing, anyway? It looks good. With no regard for personal space, she reaches out to touch him... or rather his jacket, rubbing the fabric between her fingers and her nearly-eyebrowless brow furrowing.

Quizzical, and astonished would probably be the most adequate feelings coming from her now. How would anyone make anything like this anyway?