"Yeah, and when's that supposed to be? You got the weather forecast handy?" Leon snaps, willing to accept that this is somehow a problem that rain will solve but not willing to not be a dick about it.

Everyone else who'd been out and about is now scurrying inside, but Leon's got the scorpion's attention now, and it lashes out with its tail only for him to parry it with the knife, knocking it away and slicing a hefty notch out of its stinger. It hisses, scuttling back and seeming to reassess the situation slightly.