Having his joke acknowledged gets the tiniest hint of a smile out of Leon, who's used to pretty tough audiences by now. He doesn't comment on it beyond that though, just reaching out to shake the birdman's hand and willing to trust that he won't get his own shredded in turn by those talons.

"Cerrit Agrupnin," he repeats with a nod, wanting to make sure he's got it right, the sounds unfamiliar to him. To his credit, he doesn't stumble over the pronunciation too hard. "I'm Leon Kennedy. I was just considering heading inside and asking about job openings with the enforcers here."