7's hunting for game when she sees the odd weather patterns and goes to investigate. She crouches low in the grass to watch, spear at her side and bola equipped to her belt. This resident wasn't likely to be a threat, but 7 liked to be prepared, especially when powers were involved.

She thought she'd be fine hanging out on the fringe until there was a break in the 'weather ', but then a tornado comes closer and she's flushed from her hiding spot; leaping up and darting off to the side to keep out of harm's way.

"Not bad. "

Since she's out, now, might as well say 'hi'.