The two of you have to wait out extraction via chopper. But it’s looking like you may have to seek shelter overnight. “Storm’s getting worse.” Leon says, and he notices you snap your gaze up to him. He tips his flask back, takes a swig. “Gotta move, find some place a little more warm to hole up.” He’s silently cursing Hunnigan for sending him on this mission with you; she should’ve known you’d be at each others throats. He observes you with purposeful indifference, waiting for you to respond.