[She looks nearly as caught off-guard and confused as he is, which admittedly quells his initial shock, but maybe only by ten percent. Leon's fingers still flex at his side, but he doesn't go for his (holstered) knife or his very obvious (holstered) pistol, which is a feat unto itself.]
...Who are you? [A quick glance around.] Where the hell am I?
[He doesn't attempt to stand just yet, as much as he'd like. It feels like making sudden moves is not in either's interest right now.]
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...Who are you? [A quick glance around.] Where the hell am I?
[He doesn't attempt to stand just yet, as much as he'd like. It feels like making sudden moves is not in either's interest right now.]