[Carter grins to himself when his companion laughs. Not that he isn't still a bit on the fence over his paranoia and – well, the fact that he admitted to being a thug – but the atmosphere feels a little less threatening from it.

But he looks up in surprise at Eliot's offer.]

... Thanks.

[Carter slips into the jacket to warm up, intending to give it back after a little while. They can just share until they find some more clothes.]

Me? Not much to tell. I'm an intern at County General. Surgery. And I'm gonna be late for rounds which means I'm also a dead man.