[She isn't looking in the same direction, still working on sorting out the unfortunate amount of curly wet hair hanging in her face. The climate controlled predictability of space ships are far kinder on those with unrealistic hair expectations.]

I would say that you would have more luck finding a Yalexian Pearl in the center of a—

[It's then that she looks up, spotting the shapes in the distance she had missed before,] Oh! [Considering the way the tree is creaking with the gusts of wind,] Yes. At least until the worst of it passes.