Leon glances at Dennis. Glances at the crowd. Thinks for a moment.
"Comin' through!" he barks, and a group of townies meandering around the edge of the room snap to attention and scurry out of the way. He doesn't really like taking advantage of the fact that he is a moderately large muscular man in uniform like this, but clearing a path for the guy who's got touch-activated trauma vision seems kind of important. The crowd scoots to the sides obligingly as he passes, and he gestures for Dennis to follow him to a table in a fairly secluded corner.
"Sorry about that," he says. "But that's the spirit. I'm sure you'll find something that you can at least not hate doing around here - you've got options and some time to experiment."
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"Comin' through!" he barks, and a group of townies meandering around the edge of the room snap to attention and scurry out of the way. He doesn't really like taking advantage of the fact that he is a moderately large muscular man in uniform like this, but clearing a path for the guy who's got touch-activated trauma vision seems kind of important. The crowd scoots to the sides obligingly as he passes, and he gestures for Dennis to follow him to a table in a fairly secluded corner.
"Sorry about that," he says. "But that's the spirit. I'm sure you'll find something that you can at least not hate doing around here - you've got options and some time to experiment."