Leon almost gets up to try to help her with the chair when she has issues, but by the time he's halfway on his feet she's already got it handled, so he settles back down and just slides a glass across the table to her. The question of how she'll drink it with that mask does not occur to him.

"Hard to know where to start," he says, frowning a little, both thoughtful and a little sad. "It sure isn't what I'd expected the afterlife to look like, or... Limbo, or purgatory, or whatever this is. But the people here are really nice. They look out for each other, which is good, because this place can get pretty dangerous sometimes. Speaking of which," he gestures to her hands, heavily bandaged as they are. "If you need any medical care? That's paid for by the town too. They see it as a public service here."