Kind or not, Beverly would much rather make sure of everyone's relative safety ― no one will ever be truly safe here, but they can manage relative ― than sit around and wait out the rain. It's not like hail. It won't kill her. Might make her sick after a while, but won't kill her.

She'll just have to go dry off right after this.

"You and your birds," she offers with a warm smile. "They're pretty protective, aren't they?" They seem to be, but at least they aren't trying to chase her off.

She takes a deep breath at the question and lets it out slowly. The best answer is that yeah, she's fine, but it's so much more complicated than that these days. "I'm fine, personally. A little worried about everyone else, but fine. I guess life here is never dull. It's not exactly the good kind of interesting, though."