It was raining, hard, thundering too for good measure. You hadn't brought an umbrella, what kind of thieve does? So there you stood, trying to tuck yourself under a tree, which wasn't helping much.

For a second the rain ceases over you. Next to you Noir stand, umbrella open and over your head. I'm any other occasion you would've started a tussle with him, but keeping yourself from getting soaked is priority.

"Should you need a hand" he says with a shrug.