[When it rains, it pours. The downpour is so dense that he couldn't even make out who he'd joined under the slight shelter of the tree until they're nearly shoulder to shoulder. No one he recognizes. New, maybe. Still, agreeably—]
Yeah, I'll say.
[...To be honest, it's making him kind of nervous. By this point, he's gotten the Transistor wet, on occasion. Kind of hard to avoid. But rain like this, for this long—
He presses back against the trunk of the tree with it at his side and squints up through the downpour at the boughs above them. Then out in the distance, where the foggy silhouette of some abandoned structure is barely visible in the rain.]
iii.
Yeah, I'll say.
[...To be honest, it's making him kind of nervous. By this point, he's gotten the Transistor wet, on occasion. Kind of hard to avoid. But rain like this, for this long—
He presses back against the trunk of the tree with it at his side and squints up through the downpour at the boughs above them. Then out in the distance, where the foggy silhouette of some abandoned structure is barely visible in the rain.]
...What do you say to finding some drier ground?