Flint had just been out to get some fresh air on deck when the overwhelming smell of ozone hits him as he's coming up to the upper decks. Shortly after that, it's the familiar commotion of wind rattling and thunder shaking the ship. He knows they're not on the waves, which is why the Barge isn't pitching everywhere, but could a storm just whip up out of nowhere in the middle of space???? He picks up his pace to get to the deck, only to be nearly battered back down the steps by the wind when he opens the door. It's only then that he realizes some of the noise is singing.

He's familiar with storms at least. He keeps his footing and pushes through the battering of the wind and rain. He squints through it, using his arm as a shield so he can navigate forward over the slick deck and see what the hell was happening. He'll keep to the wall as he draws closer, looking for anyone that might be caught in all of this. He's trying to see what's at the eye of it, what's possibly causing this. A Siren?

He's distracted when a form goes flying, pitched into the rail. As the body crumples he recognizes Raylan and something in him snaps to. He pushes off the wall to go sliding across the rain-slick surface to the other side, all the while ducking or avoiding anything else getting whipped around. He'll rush to his side and stoop down against the rail, scooping his arms under Raylan's to pick him up. Now that he's closer to everything he realizes the real danger of it and immediately starts dragging the Marshal out of harm's way.

"Ff-Raylan!" He calls to him, repeating his name a few times, hoping he'll come about sooner than later, trying to get any kind of response from him through the howling wind. With some struggle, he'll carry the man back until they're just outside of the storm and man-handle him up into one of the lounge chairs. He's trying to see what sort of injuries he's got.