There's a quiet breath of laughter. "You don't like the rain either, then?"

A few feet away from Kai, also under the awning and with a labcoat pulled up over their head besides, stands an equally disgruntled passerby. A few raindrops have hit Rutile's cheek and dissolved their carefully applied powder, revealing a smear of red and gold stone.

The child - she seems like a child, anyway; she certainly acts like one - is not another gem, but certainly isn't like the other denizens of Aifaran. Curious, Rutile steps forward, hoping to get a better look at the green liquid composing her wrist. Maybe even a sample, if they play this right. "Is that going to be a problem?"