[It’s really coming down - and fast. She keeps hunching over, shivering in no time. The rain’s so cold, soaking her to the bone wherever it can manage despite his coat covering up most of her.

She ends up clinging to his side as they run down the path, squinting in the downpour. No wolves as far as she can tell, but it’s difficult to hear above the blustery wind whipping through the trees that surround them.

She isn’t quite sure where they end up - just that it’s warm and dry inside. The door kick isn’t missed by her - how could it be? It’s so impressive. Like everything else about him.]

I knew I was right. [She’s always right. And now she’s beyond chilled. They weren’t out there very long but - ugh. Wendy’s the type of woman who gets cold easily. She lets out a sneeze - it’s small and sounds like a mouse more than anything else.

How embarrassing.]

All of these places have a guaranteed main building. You might not know what’s there exactly, but you’ll have an idea of what to look for. It’s really coming down out there… [She pulls her hair down, looping her tie around a wrist while she rambles. Then she’s wringing the water out the best she can, leaving her hair a bit on the wavy side as she lets it dry.

Forget about the fact that her shirt is nearly see-through thanks to the thorough soaking it received. Just don’t even notice it (impossible).]