It's a good call on his part. She's already heading for the garage and what safety from the weather it might afford, but it's only at the description that she shifts their path slightly toward the van itself.

"Right," she says. And then, "Fuck!" as a gust of wind staggers her. It doesn't quite knock her off her feet, but it's a near thing, and the storm only seems to be getting worse. She doesn't quite break into a run - with the drenched ground and the wind, that would kill her balance - but she moves as briskly as she can, not seeming terribly slowed by her fluffy passenger.