She followed him to stand under the over pass, grateful to be out of the rain. At least it was summer. Being wet in the heat of Lawrence wasn't as bad as when it had been freezing and there had been snow on the ground. She still didn't like clothes clinging to her because of the water though. But it was much more endurable than it would have been otherwise.
"I think a lot of people are scared of thunderstorms. It's something we're unable to control. Though others do seem to be fascinated by them." She pursed her lips, contemplating the warring ideas for a moment. "We seem to be a rather peculiar lot." Which wasn't a bad thing. She found it amusing, really.
"Was there anything in particular that was making you feel as though you couldn't?" She almost regretted the question as soon as she asked it, but it was too late to take it back now.