It is obvious you are not doing quite well, Lieutenant, as I might reasonably infer your average body-temperature is well below acceptable levels. Your point is taken, however.

[ So he shrugs off his outer coat and holds it open for her to make use of, thick and woollen with a Vulcan look about it. Underneath he has a couple of long-sleeved layers left, whereas her dress isn't doing much of anything to stave off the winter chill. ]

Wear this to avoid an onset of influenza. [ That done, he continues. ] What is the last thing you remember from our universe?