As Bay answered the ship to ship window Ari would see that the mental model’s hair was soaking wet and her bangs were plastered to her forehead thanks to the small hole she had left in the klein field to let some of the rain in. Her blue dress was just as wet and hung tightly to her. Despite that she was clearly enjoying herself and she still had a big grin on her face. It was a good thing that mental models couldn't catch a cold because if she could she surely would’ve been guaranteed to get one. “Hi Ari! I’m a ok.  Did you come up to watch the storm too?”