Lauren had long since given up on staying dry; her current debate was whether to just start walking in hopes of finding someone with a tire iron she could borrow or finding somewhere she could strip and use the goldfinch skin in her glove compartment to just fly home. She was leaning towards the latter; she could always come back to deal with the car when the rain had stopped and her boots were filling with water at an alarming rate. She took a moment to take a deep breath, pulling a bit at the tank top that was by now plastered to her, and just then heard the voice from behind her.
She turned, pushing a few strands of wet hair out of her eyes. A man, older than she was but not by too much, looking just as soaked and bedraggled as she felt. She didn't see a car nor an umbrella, so her hopes of getting some help without having to search for it were pretty low, but she appreciated the offer all the same. "I don't suppose you're carrying a tire iron in your back pocket?" she called back. Might as well; maybe he was. Or had come from one of the closed places and could let her hang somewhere dry until it stopped pouring. "I'm pretty sure these lugnuts aren't coming off without one." She might be able to change shape, but skinwalking didn't come with any of the perks the weres or vampires had. There were days when she felt she might kill for super strength. Today being one of them.
"Or maybe you can do something about the rain?" she ventured, mostly as a joke but with all the varying elemental powers out there, who knew?