Accepting the poncho, Dinah smiles.  "I think we can save it for whoever takes watch... thanks..."  She looks at the woman's eyes, seeing something far more human there than she'd expected or feared didn't exist.  Though it was never easy to be involved in others' personal pain, somehow she found this to be reassuring, coming from a woman who might be one of the three last people she'd know in her whole life.<br/><br/>As the sky opens up, though, she doesn't open the protective cover of the ponch, preferring to keep it dry.  She's sitting on her knees, and she leans back, eyes closed, letting the patter of cool rain meet her face as she lets out a sound of mingled surprise and relief.  "God that feels good--"  As Jake makes his way up, she doesn't hear him at first, but recognizes the faint grunt of surprise as he hits the edge of the roof-- Following Kristie's indication, she calls out over the patter of rain, "Jake, you okay?"  She laughs softly, scoots a little closer to Kristie, her jeans scritching along the tar and gravel roof.  She wonders what Jake's at, but then a lightning flash provides her a silhouette of the curtain, and she can't sustain another laugh of surprise.<br/><br/>When she hears Kristie's question<i>"Is...is he doing what I think...he's doing?" </i>Dinah blinks at the dark and speaks in a half-laugh, half-whisper, "Uh-- Oh my goodness, I think he is..." she covers her mouth and flops back onto the soggy roof, laughing .  "This feels like a weird, tripped-out episode of 'The Real World' or something..."  she sits up and rises to her feet, and seeing Marcus' shadow, she places her finger to her lips and waves him over.  "C'mon--"  and creeping up in a half-crouch, she calls out in a mock-authoritative voice, "EXCUSE ME, sir-- but no merchandise outside the STORE!"  And snags the wet curtain, tugging at it hard and running to the opposite side of the roof closer to Marcus.