Loki puts his back to the wall as well, and nods grimly. "I think that sounds like an excellent plan."

He concentrates, holding his hands out in front of him. Another wall appears, the edges of the bricks glowing a faint green before they take on the illusion of solid stone. Loki gives a triumphant 'ha' at the sight of their mobile shelter, but his grin fades as quickly as the wall.

"Damn! ... Only enough to conjure, not enough to make it last. These storms, whatever they're made of, are far too strong. We may have to ride this out." He sighs, then realizes he knows the other man's name yet hasn't given his own. "Thank you for your help back there. I am Loki, of Asgard."