Then we'll have to get creative.

[Creative, desperate; the words feel one and the same.]

Let's get out of here first. Out of the rain. [Even if they were both immune to it, waterproof to their very cores, there was something demoralizing about being pelted with the rain constantly. A reminder of them having been tossed aside like garbage, without much care.]

There doesn't seem to be any guards making their rounds just yet. We better move.