JR:
"It's called rain, Brent, and it's not a threat to you, except it can reduce your visibility to zero if it's heavy enough. Take up a heading of two-one-five; that will steer you away from the storm's track. I'll meet up with you south of the town."
Brent's moving map display changes as Joxe drops her flight data to him. He sees the colored blotches showing an angry red off to the north where the storm is the strongest, and the course she wants him to fly. The turbulence is moderate, but it's about the same as what he's routinely experienced while skimming.
The woman with the crumbling, pink clothes doesn't seem to be bothered by the turbulence, almost as if it seems pretty routine to her as well.
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In the back, Veronica notices that Naimh's clothing is actually cracking open as she moves around. She reaches down and extracts a survival kit from under her seat. She opens the soft sided case, and extracts a rescue blanket. "Here," she hands the package to Naimh, "cover up with this so you don't get chilled. Your clothing is coming apart on you."
Niamh accepts the warm blanket with a tired yet appreciative grin, and wraps it around her body. "Thanks." She pauses for a moment, and then holds out her pale left hand for Veronica to shake. "I'm Niamh Parker, by the way. Where are you guys from, if you don't mind my asking? A desert or vacuum planet, maybe?"
[OOC: She pronounces her oddly-spelled first name as "Neev".]
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Bob K.