She blinks up at him for a minute before a slight smile curves her mouth. She turns her face into the jacket and rubs her cheek on it, then pulls it from around her shoulders and holds it out to him insistently. Her other hand pats at her cloak, sweeping the forest bits from it, and when he takes his jacket back she scrambles to her feet and pulls the cloak back around her shoulders firmly.
Derek takes the jacket back with a confused expression and places it back over his shoulders. She was definitely an interesting character. He shrugged and nodded towards his car before he headed towards it, hoping that he meant that she should follow him. Company wouldn’t be such a bad thing and she couldn’t even speak, something he didn’t do much of himself. “Are you hungry?”
She falls into step beside and a little behind him, off his right shoulder, and makes sure he’s looking at her before she nods. Her face burns with embarrassment, though. Even though she /knows/ she’s all but helpless out here, homeless and amnesiac, it still feels very wrong to her to be asking for this much help.
When they get to his car, she has another one of those strange episodes of memory, where she knows what she’s looking at, but can’t connect it to herself at all. Did she have one? Does she even know how to drive? She remembers how it opens, that cars lock, that she has to buckle up once inside. But it seems all habit.