Oh, thinks Leon, looking at the tall woman across the bar. This must be the trans lady who works here that Angel mentioned. and then he immediately feels bad for jumping to that conclusion based on looks alone. Thankfully he manages to keep this train of thought off his expression entirely, just nodding to her with a sheepish, apologetic look as the man pulls him aside.

“Jesus,” he says, sitting down across from him. “That’s enough excitement for one night, I think.”

Cracking his neck, he rolls his shoulders to try to ease some of the lingering tension, only to notice as he does so a mild, stinging pain in his shoulder. Frowning, he looks over, touching a hand to it that comes away bloody.

“Shit.” He grimaces, tugging at the hole in his shirt to get a better look. The thing must’ve gotten him as he was turning his back to run, and he didn’t even notice with all the excitement. “You think that thing was venomous?”