"A trip through?" he realised he just kept repeating everything she said, like a parrot, but it really was terribly confusing for him. And really, the rain was ridiculous and here he was questioning some poor lost lass on her travels and heritage. It was ridiculous.
"Christ, we're going to end up washed into the North Sea-" he half joked, moving to pick up his spade again before it rusted. "Look, come and stand inside the barn and we'll see if it passes. I'll leave the door open, I'll stand outside it if you want, but we cannae thole this much longer," he told her, nodding her in the right direction.