Fortunately Leon's pretty good at getting out of Situations in one piece, but sometimes that piece has some holes in it. He makes his way into the clinic, looking around with open curiosity at the sort of setup they've got here, a hand pressed to his upper arm to stem the bleeding. There's not a lot of blood, but it's enough that the red stain on his ferryman-issued shirt is spreading slowly.

"Yep, it's me," he sighs, nonchalant if a little tired-sounding. "Don't think I'm gonna need stitches, but I was told in no uncertain terms to come here."

Turns out if you save someone's life from a big scorpion they start to feel a little concerned about your well being! Weird!

"You run this place?"