That gets a chuckle out of Uranus. Another glance out the window, and she's headed to the seating area to grab anything that isn't bolted to the floor. Might as well barricade the door to make sure it doesn't open even if something comes crashing in.
Lifting a chair gets her short of breath, but she endures it. Just a little bit longer. She just needs the power boost a little bit longer. "I wouldn't mind knocking some holes in the Wardens," she admits, wedging the chair against the door and going back for another one. There's no guarantee she'd get back to another safe spot even if she went out in the storm to search for others. Sarah will have to be enough.