Tara's eyes turned to the archway and she nodded slightly, running as quickly as she could after him. Plowing through the heavy rain. She managed to squeeze herself in after him, murmuring a few low sorries to the people she accidentally bumped into.
Holding her umbrella out, she closed it, before pulling it back in, and shaking it slightly. Freeing it of some excess droplets and very careful not to splatter the people near her. With that all done, Tara looked back at Sam. She valiantly managed to keep her lips from twitching at how cramped and crammed her seemed to be. "Smart of you to spot this." She said, a slight relief in her voice. It was much better to carry a conversation in here. Dryer too. "Did you still want to use my phone?" Tara offered. Unsure if he had just been standing out in the rain before, dejectedly, because he'd just wanted to wallow at how unfair things could be or because of that and the fact that he didn't have a phone. Which, honestly, went back to the unfairness.