Cho knows it's not hers hers, even if she's recognized it, but she takes it anyway when Reynir offers it to her, running her thumbs across the thick leather as she holds it in front of her. "It belongs to a friend of mine. His name is Jason. He likes to dress up in the most non-disguising disguise you've ever seen and run around in the middle of the night helping people. The place where we knew each other... didn't really even have crime. I always wondered what he was actually out there doing. Helping little old ladies cross the street and rescuing cats from trees, probably." She says it with a very fond tone of voice.

"If this is here, though, then it means that he is, right? Otherwise it wouldn't have turned up. Which is wonderful." There's something of a record skip across Cho's features, as the reality of the situation catches up with her. "Oh. No. I mean-- it's awful." She's deflated a bit now, though she's still holding that jacket close to her chest.