After coming to the city with Han and Daryl and then having to flee to the warehouse, Leia's patience with all things associated with the ceaseless rain and hail was running a little thin. But, since she was new, she needed to keep her wits about her, and talking to others was the best distraction she could think of.

She noticed the strange many just sitting by the fire, staring into the flames and giving off a distinct air of sadness. The look on his face just sold the whole "sad sack" theme he had going on.

"I can think of a million other things we could be trying to do than sitting around, but sometimes that's all you can do." She takes up a seat next to him and wraps her arms around her knees. "Is there something on your mind you'd like to talk about?"