[ Hana isn't one to readily display her vulnerability, much less to someone she's only acquainted with. It's why it's easy for people to see her as this infallibly confident (to the point of brashness), fierce presence. It's taken her quite some time to open up to a few of the Overwatch members, even.

Still, Shiro's own presence in that moment was--well, unexpected, but not unappreciated. In fact, something pulls at her when he lets go, as if telling her that it's okay to let her guard down. She sees that he doesn't completely move away, staying close to her and almost acting like a wall between her and the storm outside, and--it's nice. They barely know each other, but there's something about Shiro's demeanor that makes her feel like he understands exactly what she's going through even without her uttering a word. And it makes sense. He was the pilot of a mission that went terribly wrong and was missing in action for a year.

Hana lets her hands fall from the sides of her face. Where Shiro's arms had wrapped around her, she now substitutes with her own arms, shrinking a little bit more into herself. ]

They're not my favorite. [ And that's probably as close as she'll get to admitting that storms freak her out. ] It's just... so loud, you know? And then the power goes out like this. Huge pain in the butt.

[ She casts him a sidelong glance. ] I still can't believe you were walking around in all of that. Wasn't it... scary?