Thankfully she seemed to take the lead gracefully and after giving himself a thorough shake while her back was turned, Eugene followed to the pillow he'd occupied earlier. He settled himself down, laying in his side with his head propped up in his hand, eyes watching her closely.

"I should think so, the resort itself is pretty sturdy." Eugene had more faith in the larger buildings than this tiny little cottage. Fortunately their position was half-shielded from the wind, which should help. If he had to venture a guess though, much of the beach would be torn apart after this.

Remembering the discarded wine, Eugene reached over and grabbed the bottle to take a swig. He set it back between them, leaving it up Tilda if she wanted some or not. "Tell me more about your family." Maybe that would get her mind off of things. Eugene knew the basics, two brothers, both parents, he was pretty sure they still lived in the Highlands, but honestly he wasn't sure.