Recognizing Gale now that he was more fully under the bar's shoddy roof, Markus's expression shifted from general helpful concern to specific. A quick scan of the bar showed a few broken liquor bottles that had been on display but no trapped employees. There was a worrying buzzing sound, like something with electrical input was malfunctioning.
"I'm fine. The storm picked up fast and people got trapped out here so I've just been looking for others." He glanced out into the torrent of rain and wind, just as a tarp whizzed past. "How desperately do you think you need that water?"