[Rae, how is your work going?] Karl asked.
[I can't find any more spies. I think that the lightning guy was the last one. I also washed the warehouse, so nobody will complain later.
You should make Cara go out and take a shower. She's always rolling in the dirt.]
Cara turned towards Rae's space and stuck her tongue out, though the spider was not in it.
[Dammit, there is too much rain. I can sense the lightning hitting the mice.] Hawk complained.
[You know, with a wind barrier, the water won't even touch your flames.] Karl reminded him.
[I will go look for the survivors after the storm.]
That was the expected answer from Hawk. If he could avoid flying in the rain, he most certainly would, and he wouldn't go out in the rain just to go look for mice. At least, not until his last pile of mice started to run low.
