[ She can't help but think that these strange weather phenomena certainly seem to have the worst possible timing—though, is there ever a good time to get caught in a sudden downpour? With the intensity of this rain, she isn't sure even an umbrella would be able to withstand it, though Vane definitely does try.
To little avail, because by the time they make it into the building she's soaked to the bone and so cold that her teeth are chattering. Water drips from her clothes onto the dirt floor, and she crosses her arms over her middle (for what good it does her) as she looks around the place they ended up in.
It appears to be some sort of... shack, or at least it appears that way to her. The space is dark and derelict, mostly bare, ostensibly abandoned, with only a few scattered pieces of battered furniture. More importantly, it's dry—though, now that they've found shelter, it just makes it foremost how wet and cold she is. She shivers, brushing her wet hair out of her face. ]
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To little avail, because by the time they make it into the building she's soaked to the bone and so cold that her teeth are chattering. Water drips from her clothes onto the dirt floor, and she crosses her arms over her middle (for what good it does her) as she looks around the place they ended up in.
It appears to be some sort of... shack, or at least it appears that way to her. The space is dark and derelict, mostly bare, ostensibly abandoned, with only a few scattered pieces of battered furniture. More importantly, it's dry—though, now that they've found shelter, it just makes it foremost how wet and cold she is. She shivers, brushing her wet hair out of her face. ]
Yes, I'm quite all right. And yourself?