+ VINCENT ( @vincentholtz )
“Here,” Mara says as she tosses Vince a scarf and any other time it might’ve been strange to hand someone a scarf in the middle of May (and a particularly balmy one at that) but not today. “You’ll wanna wrap it around your mouth before we get outside.” The wind howled like a wild thing outside, debris hitting the side of the hotel with more force than she cares to dwell on, rain pelting windows along with dirt and rocks and who knows what else. They’re going out into the very storm in a matter of minutes. The din of voice around them has ebbed and flowed the past half hour after they’ve decided on a plan. Mara and Vincent would head out to inspect the damage to the generator and power grid, reset it and hopefully get radios and comms back online.
She ties her hair back, pulling on a hat and shrugging on an old, patched up raincoat. Mara glances over at Vincent, still putting on some layers himself. They’ll be grateful for the extra protection against the elements. “Are you sure you want to come?” It’s the second time she’s asked, the first after he’d volunteered and now, minutes before they’re heading out. His support would be invaluable, considering his expertise, but Mara’s confident she can make do without if she needs to. The harsh reality of the situation is that she’d rather go out alone than have to worry about his head being in it. She won’t blame him if he backs out, but she’d rather know before they’re halfway out the door.