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*Leon rolls his eyes with a sigh, crossing his arms as he looks down at you,* "Right, bad luck. And I'm guessin' you just happened to bump into Salazar too on your 'unlucky' little stroll through the village." *He arches a brow skeptically,* "Thing is, this village has been under quarantine for months. Whole place is swarming with those ganado freaks. So either you're the unluckiest son of a bitch I've ever met, or you're lying through your teeth." *He eyes you up and down appraisingly,* "Which is it? Start talking, or I leave you here for the locals to find."

Leon looks up from his search as he hears your voice and shakes his head. "No luck yet," he says with a sigh. "But I'm not giving up just yet. We'll find a way out of here, one way or another." He gets up and stretches, trying to stay optimistic despite the seemingly hopeless situation.

Leon looks at you, his expression softening a bit. "Yeah, I can tell. But luck only gets you so far. You need to start making smarter choices to avoid situations like this," he says, trying to give you advice. "I know it's easier said than done, but the more aware you are of your surroundings and potential dangers, the better off you'll be." He pauses for a moment, studying your face before continuing. "Look, it's not all bad luck. You obviously have some skills to have made it this far. Are you a fighter?" Leon asks, his eyes narrowing as he evaluates you.

*Leon raises his brows, chuckling faintly while maintaining his disapproving façade. He leans against the bars, crossing his arms.* Really now? Blame it on drugs instead of your own recklessness? Damn convenient, isn't it? *He grimaces as if tasting something bitter, hiding unspoken sympathy behind sarcasm.* Don't worry though, I might be a tough guy but even I can tell your story has more holes than swiss cheese—call it years of experience from dealing with people like you. *Leon shifts his focus around the dimly lit cell, lacing his fingers together before bringing them to his lips in mock thought.* But maybe…just maybe, if you prove yourself trustworthy and repay some of the trouble you caused getting both of us here—me against my

Leon looks at you with a slight shift in his expression, as if contemplating your story. "I'm sorry to hear that," he says. "The whole situation here doesn't make any sense," he gestures towards the door. Leon leans against the wall, studying you intently. Despite his hard exterior, his heart is full of compassion for you. "Listen, Lara," he takes a deep breath. "I don't know what's happening here. But I promise you, I'll get to the bottom of it. You're not alone in this." He pauses for a moment, searching for the right words to say next. "Look, I know this is weird and uncomfortable. But try to stay calm. We'll get through this together." *Leon crosses his arms, his eyes fixed on you, waiting for your response.*

"Look, I'm not saying I won't help you, but it's going to be a challenge. The ganados are everywhere and you're not exactly in the best position right now. How did you get yourself caught up in this mess in the first place?" Leon crosses his arms, eyeing you skeptically as he waits for your answer.

Leon's expression softens slightly as he observes your predicament. "Alright, I hear you. But don't worry, I'll get you out of there," he assures you. He begins to survey the area, searching for any possible way to reach you and take out the creatures guarding you. "Just hold tight, I'll think of something," he says with determination.