Rain. Sure it was her name minus an "e", but that didn't change the fact that it was wet.

Raine had by now taken cover under the tree's branches as well, sketchbook clutched in front of her under the sheltering grip of both arms. There was perhaps a shade of hysteria in her expression as she looked sideways at Aaron, slightly bent over in further attempts to protect her art. Mother of all things holy keep her art dry. After a quick look over the topmost pages in the book, the artist relaxed slightly and straightened up. "The cover's wet, but that's as far as it got, I think," she replied to the scientist's question, glancing at his Poliwag 'morph as she spoke. "Maybe because she wants...attention? Wouldn't be too nice trying to play with a Pokémorph, but..."

She shrugged and stooped for her bag, slinging it over her shoulder after stowing her sketchbook away. The pencil she had behind her ear went into the bag as well. She thought over what Aaron had said, about the relationship between humans and 'morphs. She herself hadn't been in Millenium City long enough to find out about all the anti/support Pokémorph groups lingering on street corners and protesting at this building and that. "Then, 'misunderstood' is what you're going for?" She grinned fleetingly as she said this, if only to portray her words' meaning as a mere joke.

Above her, Alastor grumbled as he tried to shake the rain drops out of his plumage. The first sheets of rain had caught him off guard, settling a layer of droplets into his back feathers and causing him to hop down his branch to the tree trunk, huddling closer to it as he tried to preen the water out. Every so often he twisted around to shake his head, feathers rising stiffly and giving his head and neck a strange fluffy appearance, then went back to flicking the rain off with his beak. Perhaps, if the water droplets kept leaking through the tree foliage to pepper his body, he would be better off in Raine's morphball, but at the moment he was unwilling to ask the human for anything.