Tech cranes a look skyward at the sudden sound of thunder. That hadn't been part of the forecast, had it? His eyes narrow behind his goggles, and he glances over at Rokuro in silent question. Still, he moves forward towards the jungle, body in tow.

And then the skies open up, and by the time they reach the treeline, the clone is soaked, the guard in turn being no lighter for it. It's not something to complain about as Tech easily sees the opportunity they've been given, but even with visibility reduced for the possibility of their being spotted, he still feels it's better to go as far within as they can.

"What was that?" he asks, not bothering with whispers when the sound of water hammers incessantly against the leafy canopy above and through its barer cover.