Jinwoo grins at her--a smile that shows a bit more of those pointed eyeteeth he has than he might have noticed, given he's leaned in as close as he is.

He wiggles his phone.

"Alright, so between you and me figuring this out, we should be able to jerry-rig up a proper umbrella, right?

Here, hold the pieces together, we'll do it together..."

He might inevitably end up touching her hands here and there through this thing.

He's uh.
Ice cold to the touch, sorry Ritsuka.