Finn grimaced, "I know how to get along in weather! So, you're right! I don't need anymore yields." The Aston Martin, being a spy, was actually a lot heavier than he looked, having most of his frame reinforced with stronger armor and bulletproof glass. He set off, skidding slightly against the ground in a single gust of wind. The first place he was going was to get Celty.
Arriving at the garage he'd found, he rolled in, shaking droplets of water off of him almost like a dog. It had no purpose, as he was just going out again, but it was habit. "Celty, there's a hurricane coming towards us. We've got to get to the higher ground in the middle of the island."
Spitfire was equipped to fly in storms like these, be she still preferred not to. Her hideaway had flooded, forcing her out into the open. The beast like machine held her wings close to her body, allowing herself to be more aerodynamic without causing lift to form under her wings.