If Cecil had a jacket, he'd lend it to her. But as it is, he's just wearing a t-shirt. It's a very cool and hip t-shirt, but doesn't do much for warmth.

At least the woman on the sidewalk looks warm. "That looks cozy!" he chirps cheerfully, arms wrapped around himself. He's stubbornly ignoring the snow. As though not believing in it might make it go away somehow.