{Well, hello. Nanao narrows her eyes - something about his facial expression and voice trips warning bells. She's perfectly polite when she replies, but she does peer curiously at him.}

Well, I'm glad to have avoided it. As exciting as storms are, I don't exactly have any of the supplies necessary to weather such an event. {puns}

I... see. May I ask - how long have you been here? {She doesn't want to be here any longer than she has to be; she needs to get home. There's a war she needs to be a part of.}