[ Drake meets Sharkface's good eye, his expression easing back to neutral-serious. ]

I'm not going to fuck with you. I know saying that doesn't mean much right now, but you'll see. It's not my style, anyway.

[ The wind changes again and Drake shivers, damp and cold. He looks up at the sky, full of dark angry clouds, and sighs. ]

I don't think it's going to let up. Maybe we should make a run for it.