Ships... The girl doesn't follow right away, immediately suspicious. But if the ships can't go anywhere, then there's no need to worry, is there? Not like she can get any more lost than she already is anyway.

A crack of thunder and another flash of lightning help to make her decision as she gives a small yelp, ducking her head. At least she won't be alone, which seems all the worse in this storm. Her boots splash in the puddles as she steps out from her cover, shoulders hunched in preparation for more loudness from the skies, but she sees that the helmeted man's waiting.

"I'm coming," she says.