She makes her way down the street. Hands in her pockets and hood over her head. The clouds break open and rain starts to pour. As it picks up, the streets begin to flood slightly. She seeks shelter in the archway of a store front.
The guy walked past her, with his tattered jacket on, and the hood up. He looked like he was on his way to rob a liquor store, but he was just heading to his crash site, to get out of the rain. She could see him vanish down the next alley, ducking into an empty building, and leaving sight.