[...Well, whatever it was she was expecting, the offhand gift of a coat to wrap around her shoulders wasn't precisely it. Which isn't to say she's ungrateful in the slightest, of course; quite the contrary, she tugs it securely around her with trembling fingers, watching Minato through uncertain blue eyes like she's trying to size up his intentions.]

A-Are they...always like this, then? I don't know that I've ever come across trees with such, er...vicious temperaments.

[Still, she's huddling down inside the blazer, like she's trying to make herself look as small and unassuming as she possibly can.]

Oughtn't you keep it for yourself, though, if...if they're likely to hit, either way?