[She nearly protests the offering of his jacket, until she realises that it won't be doing him any favours either, a devil fruit user with sea-soaked clothing. So she accepts it with a muttered thanks and peers back at the ship.

...how did the ship get so far away so quickly? She glances at Smoker and holds out a hand.] Give me one of those. We might not be able to make the ship, but maybe we can stop ourselves from drifting out of sight.

[She hopes.]