[Doused, yes, but not particularly bothered, it seems. By the time Sidon has popped back up to apologize for drenching the evacuees, Tenya has shifted to more important matters-- finding something dry to clean off the lenses of his glasses. He's in luck, and a slip of cloth he carries in his pocket for just such a scenario managed to not get drenched like most of the rest of him, so once he's done drying the lenses and placing his glasses back on his face, he can actually see the source of the booming apology.]

[He takes a moment to ensure his glasses are secure on his face before chopping a hand outward toward Sidon.]

Well met! No apology necessary, from the look of you water is a bit of a necessity to your comfort. Are you all right?