for Beckett

Living on a tropical island means rain, yes, but it's been a while since there's been a soaker like this one and it catches Gwen off guard. It seems she's not the only one, though, because she spots Kate on the boardwalk just ahead of her and laughs as she tries to catch up. The Compound's not that far a dash from here, after all, and a little water's never hurt her before.

She's from Wales. It rains all the time in Wales, after all, and it's something that reminds her of home even if the rain in Wales is cold and bone-chilling and this is a lazy soak of a storm that sends steam curling up in the humidity. It's actually kind of pleasant to be out in it, more or less, but Gwen's still grateful when she catches up to Kate and they make it into the Compound itself.

"Towels, yeah? Probably got some down in the laundry room. My hair's going to be a beast when it dries."