Song: Miss Independent
Artist: Kelly Clarkson
Riza glared at her umbrella as if that would make it turn right side out again. Then she glared at the sky like that would make the wind -- so heavy with the promise of rain – stop blowing.
Something began blocking the wind pushing her from behind. Riza turned and looked up at the sentient suit of armor known as Alphonse Elric.
"Do you need a hand, ma'am?" the boy's voice echoed from within the armor.
Riza almost said no.