"High-tailing it out of here, probably wasn't the best course of action, anyway. That was my call." Her eyes flicked to the window for a second. "Just got a line from flight control that a heavy cluster of storms is headed our way on more a few fronts. Ion storms space-side--higher than normal interference--and it's stirring up some pretty severe weather planet-side. Torrential rain, severe thunderstorms, possibly ice storms as well depending on how low the temperature gets."

Her lips pursed slightly and she squinted a little as she refocused.

"Repairs might have to wait for awhile," she murmured, not pulling him to his feet, but rather assisting. Too much pressure and she knew she'd be bound to snap something, so, her grip slid slightly so she supported his forearm as well. "Doctor Gilliham says it might be best to declare shore leave and evac The Normandy until conditions improve."