( surprisingly, blue finds the damp palm offered slightly amusing. enough that it cracks her scowl at least, a small quirk of her lips that she'd rather ignore, and she just curls her hand onto a fist and bumps it against the other side of his hand in a weird approximation of a fist bump instead. she's stayed dry this far, she'd like to continue that if she can. )

I think...do you know where we are?

( she leans her head out, not enough to actually stick it into the rain but enough that she can squint at their surroundings. not that it helps much, blue's issues come directly from her utter newness to the city and have very little to do with visibility. )

I think there's a restaurant nearby that wasn't awful. Or the apartments. I think there's a club near the restaurant, actually, but I don't want to go in there if the rain is making everyone horny.