Despite the rain, the Cat purred in approval when Bruce woke, the tip of his tail curling lazily. "You are in the Library. One of the books was opened and a storm escaped." He knew how strange that sounded to most beings but it was the answer to the question and did explain what was happening.

"No other dangers escaped but it would be best if you either helped close the book or if you moved to a drier area of the Library so I can explain things to you." The wind picked up, forcing the Cat to crouch low, ears flattening against his skull. "This form does not like the weather as well as others might."