From Lucretia's point of view this is just another year and another cycle that's thrown them headfirst into whatever is happening planet-side. It's irritating, but fairly par for the course. The weather is wild enough that Lucretia's head is bowed against it; Lup's reaction to her presence goes completely unnoticed. Why should Lucretia have anything to worry about other than the immediate difficulties set in front of them? She has no idea of the storm brewing in Lup, too.

"Well yeah," she manages, and makes herself look up, up at the sky, checking, "It's either that or sit here and wait for the wind to tear us to pieces–"

She knows which she prefers. This is easier said than done. Lucretia has piloted the Starblaster before, but a ship? No dice. Still, she's read books, they've... visited watery planets before, seen people live by boat. In a moment of panic, surely she can figure out what they need to do. She wipes the water uselessly off her glasses and glances about the two of them. They need somebody to deal with the sail, and somebody to steer.

"I'll get the sail. You find some way to turn this thing toward land– where are the others??" They could really use Magnus' preposterous arm strength right about now.