[He hasn't noticed the change, distracted by the fact that he is wet and he hates it. Besides, there's no mirror around them. He turns at the sound of her voice and his mouth twists into a grimace.]

Any decent storm would have come with a drop or two of rain as a herald. It would give you enough time to dodge inside somewhere, at least.

[He'd gotten wet so quickly that he had figured he might as well just keep going.]