Leon stays quiet until they're in the kitchen, where he sets about loading the dishwasher.

"How are you holding up?" he asks, not looking up from his task. He's paying attention, but it's one of those times where if he doesn't keep his hands busy he feels like he might start thinking, and he can't have that right now. "Didn't see you around earlier. You missed out on having to round up a bunch of traumatized people to force them to eat."