[ Bubbles? But bubbles -- pop -- and if that was a concept that had her rubbing at her forehead in confused consternation, it was also part of what prompted her to agree that this much rain didn't do anybody good, and standing outside in it to argue how something was impossible was pointless and likely to end up with one of the two of them getting a cold. ]

It'd be good to get out of the rain.

[ To continue this line of questioning in someplace that wouldn't leave her completely soaked after enough time. ]

Which building holds the administrative offices of this -- [ she flicks her fingers, frowning ] -- Initiative, or whatever they call themselves?