Even with the warning, Neil squeaks. It isn't even that Rosie's hands are especially cold, but there's something about being touched in a way that is wholly unfamiliar that rattles through him strangely, and he can't help the little noise.

At least she's quick about it. Then, Neil's just standing there in the borrowed underwear, vaguely aware of how his chest sits differently with the assistance of the bra.

"Well..." He's quiet a second. "...I guess it could be worse?"