If you're going to brute force it, might as well be in a way no one expects, no? [ Marie watches the umbrella tilt in a way that might accommodate two, and waltzes under. ] Merci.

[ Life's little curve balls were funny. One minute you're murdering alien life forms, the next you're sharing an umbrella with a stranger, watching the soggy wet little spores sporadically make landfall. ]

Anyway, I'm taking an educated guess when I say that you've probably never been touched by one of those fuzzballs.