His cigarette was dead. It made a valiant effort against the downpour, but to no avail. He let it fall, following it with his eyes as it landed, rolling behind him and bumping into a pair of familiar shoes.
"Rain's a bitch, huh," Faye said.
"You're telling me."
"We couldn't have left it on Earth? Really? It's just some water."
"I think it follows us. Even if we tried to escape it, we'd find that we need it to be... well, us."
"We're not talking about the rain anymore, are we?"
"We're always talking about the rain."
"Shut up, Spiegel."