Leia's wincing as she comes skidding into the open doors of the big building the others call the Town Hall. The storm has been gathering intensity for days now, and any sensible person would have kept inside to begin with, but if she were sensible, she doubts she'd be stuck in this place at all.

She would, in fact, probably be dead, so maybe being sensible is overrated.

Using the thick coat she'd found in her pack, she'd covered her head as best she could and headed out close to an hour ago, trying to make sure that there weren't any people or animals caught out in the fray. Her heroics earned her a complete soaking, several large welts, and exactly one dog chased under a porch he was already heading for anyway.

Tossing her coat aside onto one of the benches, she stands a moment catching her breath, hair pulled from its makeshift pins and wild around her flushed face. There's a red mark coming up on her right forearm, and her face feels tender where a piece of hail glanced off one cheek, but she only seriously considers taking further stock of her injuries a few seconds longer before she steps back toward the door, the wind ripping at her wet clothes and hair.

"Come on!" she yells, motioning wildly when she spies a figure through the rain.

[Catch her as above, or at some point later inside the town hall.]