"Really? That'd be great actually, thanks," says Leon, who by this point is pretty used to having to field dress his own injuries most of the time. Makes sense that he wouldn't have to do that in a town that isn't dealing with some kind of horrifying zombie plague or another, but even so, stumbling across someone qualified to look him over is an unusual stroke of luck.

Standing, he'll head to the bathroom as requested, talking as he goes.

"Sorry about all your papers, by the way. Uh, hopefully they weren't anything too irreplaceable." It might be possible to salvage some of them, but seeing as it doesn't seem too safe to get out there again right now, that might have to wait, and by then who knows where they'll have gotten off to.