[.......one eyebrow raising into her own bangs. She believes him about being used to it, but then she has to wonder why he's used to it. That's a whole separate concern and one that she's not sure she has good answers for.

Then she takes in his appearance more properly, and a vein in her forehead twitches as her eyes snap to his sleeves. Why does this poor soul own a shirt that he could probably wear as a winter covering over six other layers, let alone feel like it's sensible to go outside in it? This affront will not stand-]

N-no, you're. You're not in the way. I'm just having a moment out here, don't mind me.

[....is what she wants to express, but. Can she fix that? And crucially, in a way that isn't waaaaaay too forward?]

Sorry. Your shirt is driving me up the wall, which is not your fault, I'm just weird and notice strange stuff sometimes. Um. You don't have to respond to any of that, I know it's a really odd thing to bring up out of the blue... [-abort, abort...!]