"Shut up." She glowers at the back of his head, then eyes her patch job. It's really not half bad. Kind of blatant, since the tones don't match, but at least there isn't a hole anymore.

That done, she digs needle and thread out of her jacket pocket (she could have been an excellent Scout) and begins repairing his jacket too.

No, she's not crying. Not even a little.

Shut up.