Art was staying ahead of the worst, helped along in his escape from the wind by... the wind itself, actually. His long, lightweight body was getting pushed along quickly,
When he saw the pretty blond girl, Art detoured over to pick the sheet up for her, folding it as neatly as possible given the wind and the sand. "You should probably be indoors," he said as he handed the linens to her. "It's getting bad out here."