Troubles? [The question comes from someone deeper in the building. A woman dressed in navy linens embroidered with silver leaves on the cuffs, a brown leather underbust corset loosely cinched at her waist, and at least half a dozen visible daggers hanging from a belt on her hips. She looks past Kate out into the rain for a moment before smiling wryly at the woman.]

Everyone seems to be fleeing inside, so I assume there's something very wrong with the rain today. [From her tone, it's obvious Amelia isn't surprised by this.] Did you need to be somewhere? I've seen a few spare umbrellas lying about the lobby available for the taking.