Corrin's heart does sink a little at Gumshoe's protesting. "I know. I'm so sorry." She apologizes. She can tell the coat had a great deal of sentimental value to him and now it's gone because of her.

The angel's swing cuts off further communication for the moment, taking Gumshoe's hand so as not to get separated, the two bolt, darting away as fast as they can, leaving cape and coat to their new, unsatisfied owner.

A few twists and turns, and ducks down random streets puts some distance between them, and hopefully any other angels in need of additional layers. It's as good a place as any to catch their breath. Corrin lets go of Gumshoe finally, and breathes in deeply.

"That...didn't go the way I'd hoped." She admits.