This is not looking good. He's completely unarmed, against a snow angel wielding a sword at them. He looks on frantically and forlorn at the trenchcoat being worn by the angel.

Gumshoe initially whimpers, "B-but my coat..."

Except then the angel starts to swing the sword, and Gumshoe quickly starts moving away. "F-fine! Um, exit stage left, pal!!"