Dawnlark Plains pretend you know this song

Tahoe stared at him blankly, no distinguishable emotion in his deadened eyes. Alejandro's words sparked no reaction. He was used to being nagged by his family. They were gone now, but their antics had left him with a surfeit of patience. McBride was never a doormat though, often choosing to assert his pertinacious attitude at will. An enervated yawn escaped his maw. Insouciant, he traipsed past St. Clair without a word. He ventured a few yards ahead before halting, peering back over his shoulder before addressing the man. 

Eh, we'll be fine. Don't give a damn about some frost. What's your plan then, Chief? He questioned, the words laced with his monotonous brand of droll sarcasm.