Leon takes his hand away from the wound and sits still to be inspected with all the practiced pain tolerance of someone who's been through this and worse many, many times before. It's not a deep cut, thankfully, but it is kind of a messy one - the star scorpion's stinger not exactly being the sharpest instrument out there.

"Leon Kennedy," he answers, still looking around with some curiosity and frowning at the sort of damage these things have been inflicting. "Seems like you run a pretty tight ship around here. This kind of thing happen often?"

He'd guess so, if the staff are so good at keeping calm under pressure - which is good, that they can, handle themselves so well and not be taken by surprise, but still. It's always sort of sad to meet other people for whom this kind of thing is everyday.