"I will talk to McCoy to make a suit less inhibiting for you." She lifted an eyebrow, Drake always seemed to need to announce the obvious, but she found it amusing. "Sorry. Here," she offered and put her arms around his shoulders to keep them together under the downpour. "I should have more, I know." She stole a look at her inner arm, for the faded self-made marks, and jumped against Drake when his sponge went wandering with a purpose.