( It's easy enough to ignore the first signs of the storm. It starts slow, and though the sand kicking up in Kate's face is annoying, it's nothing that isn't sorted by quickly grabbing a piece of fabric from one of the shops and hiding her eyes behind sunglasses. No big deal.

But it doesn't stop at a bit of wind and sand. It keeps going, as any disaster in Hadriel is wont to do, and by the time Kate reaches the park, it's becoming increasingly clear that it doesn't plan on stopping soon, if at all. She doesn't waste any more time, ducking into the nearest form of shelter before it gets any worse. )

...Fuck's sake.

( That this shack - shed, whatever - happens to be occupied and belonging to another is just... incidental. She'd rather not be shredded into pieces by sand. )