[Ann has no idea what she can actually do against a storm, against something this huge, but she does know one thing: they're not going to learn anything by hanging back by the car and playing scared. She gives Arenvald a wry smile as they both find themselves pointed in the same direction, and she's glad to have a friendly face nearby.]

Won't learn anything new if we don't. Strength in numbers is a good idea— we'll stick together.

[And if they get struck by lightning, well... they can do that together, too. She exhales, steeling herself before starting to walk.]

I know coming here to investigate was the right thing to do, but how can we stop the weather?