Lucia Corina steps down onto the deck, once they reach it, taking a moment to find her balance again. It was a smooth, if somewhat disconcerting, transit. There are trees, up here, and something beyond them like a giant bubble. The rain is more penetrating, of course, but she can also see, and there's sky even if it's behind something, so she'll take it.

She covers her mouth with a hand when a raindrop makes John sputter. She doesn't want to laugh at him, but the way so much of him curls up in startled offense...

"It's good to see the sky, but there's... something between us and it?"