I'm not cold! [His hand once again jumps up to his lips, a look of slight distress and alarm crossing his face. Thanks, man. Thanks. Real supportive. Wondering if his lips are going to fall off.] A-and my lips are not going to fall off! Obviously, this is just another trait of whatever monster I've become...

[Nagisa begins looking around the warehouse for anything reflective he can use to get a look at his own lips. Darnit, where is a mirror when you need it???]