Hey, as far as I can tell you're as trapped here as any of the rest of us. And maybe I'm wrong, but it doesn't exactly seem like you're having a great time playing the messenger for us.

[ Leon shrugs, looking up from his stack of laundry. ]

Anyway. Playing the Suffering Olympics never helped anyone in a bad situation. You think there's anything I can do to help? A coffee, or something?

[ She looks pretty well beyond the point of being tired where coffee's gonna make a big difference, but it's the only thing he can think of offhand. If nothing else, he feels like he should offer. ]