She gives a sheepish, sort of nervy smile in appreciation at Tex's quick reaction. Catherine's enough smaller that Tex's jacket is comfortably large on her, and she reflexively curls into it.

"They're comfortable," she says with a shrug, accepting them but letting them rest on her lap for now. She's sufficiently covered that her instinctive human sense of modesty is appeased and now second to an A.I.'s slow adjustment to being an organism.

"How long did it take you to adjust to this? Do you remember what it was like when you first woke up?"