Sora is a bit cowed. Yes, he knows this was kind of a terrible idea, and yes, he knows there's a fair chance of him freezing into an ice cube on the way back... but that's what the sweaters are for! Five sweaters! He's down to his own sweater - Raider Nation for life - but he'll layer them back on when he goes back out! New Jersey's cold, he knows how this works.

He's about to fire back on that, but hey. Pause. Reeewind. That accent. "Yo, are you from New York?" A beat. Sora's face drops in mock dismay. "Oh no, you're from New York." How does he tell his new friend he's from South Jersey? Oh, the betrayal.