Thankfully for everyone involved here, Leon has the trigger discipline not to jump to any violent conclusions on seeing someone who, by rights, does look a lot like they're in the early stages of some kind of Umbrella-related nonsense. He's not happy about whatever's happening here, pretty visibly unnerved, but he's not about to whip out the steak knife he's still carrying around or anything just yet.

Instead, he slows to a stop as he passes the man's table, frowning in concern.

"Hey," he says, gently, trying to get the guy's attention. If he was able to order dinner and sit down at the table without falling over or trying to eat someone else's face he's already doing leagues better than any T-Virus infectees Leon's encountered, so he's just gonna assume the guy's got it together until proven otherwise. "You doing alright there?"