"We can't go anywhere at the moment, or we'll be just as lost," he reasons. "Risk of injury due to falling is greater under the current circumstances, more so with your balance impaired."

Perhaps surprisingly, Tech settles down beside him. It would be pointless to stand on guard when even he can't see anything, and although this isn't the sort of respite he'd prefer, he also knows sometimes you just need to take what you can get. He sighs, finally allowing himself to lean back against the tree. Uncomfortable as it is, there's something soothing to the pouring rain. It reminds him of Kamino and its near-incessant storms. There's an ache there too, from more recent memories. He frowns to himself, reaching up to swipe ineffectually at the water gathering at the base of his goggle lenses.

"You'll do no such thing. We can wait it out." To call up a storm can surely be no simple doing, and compounded with Rokuro's earlier use of his powers, Tech can only guess how much of a strain the man's put himself through. One did not push their squad to its limits without reason, and Tech faults himself for not understanding the range and consequences of Rokuro's abilities enough to keep him from overstretching himself.

"I didn't have enough information..." he says, his words almost swallowed by the sound of the falling rain.