[ lune was never going to deny someone help, but she also likes to approach a situation as rationally as possible, and right now, the circumstances in front of her were certainly posing some obstacles to that approach.

the rainfall is a downpour from overhead, heavy drops pelting at her scalp as it drenches her hair, that she needs to squint to try to peer inside, where she finds someone seemingly trapped on the other side, or at the very least unreachable as she tries to wriggle the handle of the door. she tries the immediate optimal options first — checking for a possible keyhole, of course, and then testing out the durability of the windows with some scattered loose pipe tossed aside out on the wet grass. it's in looking for an alternate entrance, darting around the corner towards the back that she notices a panel there.

running towards it, there's almost an envelopment of darkness, a tingle in her skin that has her hesitating in her steps. an overhead cloud, no doubt, common enough in a storm like this. ignoring the unsettling sensation and lighting a small ball of light from her hand, she catches a grip on the panel, feeling the slippery difficulty for catching a grip — and allowing a quick small burst of earthen rock from her palm instead to give a jolting impact to the panel's door, breaking it open.

finding a collection of buttons to press with various symbols, it doesn't take much to imagine what it requires, as she rushes her way back around the building towards the windows of that flooding room.

she bangs on the glass, trying to get the trapped person's attention. ]

Password! I need some kind of — [ she knows they can't hear her, not when she similarly can't hear them, as she tries to sound it out slowly with an exaggerated shaping of her mouth. ] Pass. Word.