Knowing Harry as well as she did helped Molly pinpoint exactly what that voiced observation meant, as if the coat wasn't enough of a clue. He was one of Those Types - the ones with chivalrous inclinations. She had a feeling he'd help her if she asked, and lost and confused as she was, she very probably would.

But she had a thing about taking advantage of Those Types, which meant she would be very careful about how she went about it.

"They didn't give me much of anything," that's said wryly as she draws his jacket closed a little further. "Speaking of - who's 'they?'"