Sounds nice but pretty, idk, dull, 6/10

Chigusa had stood there in the rain, like every other trainer, for the past two hours. She didn't really have a destination in mind at first when landing here, but she had figured that in order to achieve her dream being a prospective trainer was as good a start as any. And the message itself seemed interesting enough, so without reservations the girl had headed over to the shady warehouse with the hoard of people around it. At first, she had been fine simply standing there and waiting patiently. However as the time continued and the rains and winds continued to pour and howl the girl found herself growing increasingly bored. No, not just bored, annoyed. If it weren't raining then she would have been able to read something or use her phone to browse the internet or play some kind of game. But as it stood all that she was able to do was stand there, motionless. She didn't have the foresight to purchase a rain jacket here, nor bring one from home, so all she had was her regular clothing being soaked. Though, she didn't really have much of a problem with that either even if she did have the sudden shiver every so often.  All the same, the wet clothing she was wearing and the wet bag filled with two books were really starting to get to her. But she didn't want to place anything down just yet either, and so she was stuck in this annoying stand still of simply being motionless, bored, watching everyone slowly filter out. There was one boy who seemed to start a conversation, to which her only response to where she was from was a flat, "around." She didn't have time to expand on it as he was talking with the entire crowd, and she was fine with observing and listening instead. Well, as fine as one could be with all the previously stated issues.  When the last of them began to discuss leaving and coming back later, the expressionless girl turned her head to face them purposefully now instead of just looking any which way. As the two chattier ones explained their refusal to leave Chigusa - first flexing her toes and fingers at the second one's mentions of health risks to see if they were indeed still working properly - responded to them, her tone without any uncertainty in it. "I can't partir now." The girl then turned her head again to face the boy who was on edge. She tapped her phone in her pocket but felt that the act of trying to get it out would be a problematic one. And so instead she shook her head. "Non. There was no bangou on the ad." Having answered the question the girl turned her head to face the door again before asking, "can we break it?"