Getting a grip on her hat as the wind died down Crystal still has a hard time hearing Kathia over the thunder some what, though understood most of what she said, "Oh um . . . Actually I think this room might be the safest . . . Its walls and ceiling look like their made out of thick concrete" she responded looking about the room as the wind continued to die down further and further, along with the thunder that just fell back into the background noise,<br/><br/>"and I think there is no floors above this one, at least this room, I think." she would add, looking over to Kathia as best she could, the shower still going behind her.