Silvia didn't dislike the rain whether she was a cat or a human. She just didn't like it as much as a cat because it got rid of all of the scents, washed them away and made the world start all over again. How was she supposed to like that when it made it so easy to get all turned around? People just didn't understand the importance of a good, strong scent anymore. Especially not humans who didn't have that extra boost to their senses that made everything so much sharper. She had started to lick all of the excess water off her fur by the time that Kristen said anything to her. At least she was talking instead of just picking her up by the scruff of her neck to toss her back out the window.
With the worst of the water off, Silvia turned her attention back to Kristen and mewed, reaching one paw out to bat at the air in her direction. Then she flicked her tail and moved to the end of the desk, pointing in the direction of the closet. If Kristen actually wanted to talk to her then she wanted a towel or sweater or something to wrap up in when she switched back to being a human girl. Then she wouldn't have her fur to keep her warm.