[ Sharpe hears the tail-end of it, but he respectfully keeps a distance until she stops talking. He follows her gaze up to the skies before flickering back to her. ]

Aye. Makes me think what can be so bad 'ere that people's avoiding it.

[ Or maybe it's just that they're not braving the stairs or the height. If not for the zombies, Sharpe wouldn't have come up here either. ]

Never stops raining here, does it? [ He looks down at his clothes. ] Don't even got the chance to wash me clothes in this damned weather.