Leon's handshakes are the sort of extremely firm of a guy who does know his own strength, but has very slightly miscalibrated his understanding of other peoples' desire to experience it. Not bone-crushing, but enough that one would be forgiven for assuming he's trying to prove something by it.

"Just a few hours ago," he says, jerking his thumb over his shoulder back towards the ferry dock. "I'm still pretty out of sorts about it, honestly. What about you? You a local, or... ?"

He's guessing not, personally. The goth aesthetic kinda stands out, even as superficially old-fashioned as it is in parts.