So she shouldn't run out of staying power

When she rang from a nearby Sydney suburb she told me how she had been watching the live streaming of the early stages of Cyclone Yasi on some website, where she saw a red towel lashing around in a palm tree through somebody's window -- and how she had been following the Twittering, was addicted to the Twittering -- but now thought she should call me so she shouldn't run out of staying power. And how terrible it was; it was one of those terrible things.