If only because the weather is unyielding and she doesn't want to keep holding it down, Asseylum wastes no time. She inches off the tarp and lets the wind help cover her; the rest she does herself, hunching over and cloaking herself in it like a makeshift poncho. As It's definitely less wet like this, and she feels less liable to fall over. She looks to Vin and asks, concerned, "What about you? You're going to get soaked like this..."