Yami nodded to Ishizu though didn't think his jacket would help any either. He decided to try anyway. Shrugging on the one side, he carefully pulled the sleeve around that the jacket would transfer to her as he slid it off himself. He adjusted it to make sure it was wrapped around her. He then rubbed her arm to help warm her up. "I hope mine is enough." 

Seto had waited for everyone to sit and load up when he knocked on the screen. The Driver took the que and drove the car once more to their original destination. 

The drive was rather silent. Joey was nodding off next to Tristen, Seto sat, leg crossed, arms folded over his chest while he closed his eyes. Marik had dosed next to Odion, propped against him.