Jaime often wondered about people. Though she guessed at this point someone could be wondering very much about her. Her dad would get it, but her dad had given her his sense of humor so no surprise there. Other people ... yeah, they'd wonder what the crazy cat lady wanna be was up to riding in the rain.
"Well, it seemed more interesting than riding around in circles in the indoor," she replied even as she shifted her weight on Rocket's now slippery wet back to steer him a little closer to her - but not too close. He was pretty bombproof, sure, but all it would take would be enough of a gust to send the tent flapping and he'd spook. While she was pretty sure she could stay on just fine, why risk it?
"So ... just riding. What ... are you doing out here?" While she could get walking in the rain on the beach - she'd done it more than a few times - sitting in a tent in the rain on the beach seemed ... well, she wasn't sure what it seemed. Stormvaleian, she guessed. Weird things going on in a weird town - why not an umbrella-tent on a drizzly beach?