The wagon gets moving again and Allura returns to keeping pace beside it, blinking the rain out of her eyes. She's alright, other than her ego, which got a little bruised in the fall.

"That, and weather isn't much of an issue in space." Altea had pretty mundane weather, for the most part, but it's not until she got deposited onto El Nysa that, despite her love of flowers, she realized how much of her upbringing was spent in climate-controlled buildings and spaceships.

She looks at John, hazarding an assumption or two about where he might be from, "I've been told the weather here isn't too different from back on Earth."