Mentioning the city brings her attention back to it, where she finally takes stock of what you’d done to the place. As a fun coincidence, the storm cloud finishes catching up at the same time her expression becomes even more wounded and angry, blotting out the light in perfect sync that you suspect was the staff’s doing. Said suspicion is more or less confirmed when she sheds some teeth-gritted tears by the time the rain came by to say hello, the staff feeling entirely pleased with itself.