Hard To Be A Good Guy

They were just walking and feeling rather tired, sore and just overall exhausted. Portia paused with Baker who just leaned against a tree there. Clearly he just needed a moment. She shifted the duffle bag and gave him a little smile. Really there wasn't anything else to do but offer support she guessed.

"It could be worse?" Portia kind of said like a question. He raised an eyebrow at her, and as if on cue a flash of lightning, one crack of thunder, and it just down poured on them. 

"You were saying?" Baker called to her as the rain was pounding down on them. Portia looked up and let out a little breath.

"We aren't dead?" She said instead with that upward infliction and another smile. Her voice a little louder to talk over the rain. She thought that he gave a little bit of a humored sound but his eyes were sad. Well the one eye she could see. Portia went to step forward but suddenly the rain just stopped falling on her and she gave a quick look to her right.