"Yeah..."

Leon doesn't sound terribly sure about agreeing with the robot, but he knows, in his rational brain that's not currently being dragged into a trauma-mire, that he's right. No one ever got anywhere by giving up. He leans on him - a gesture that he probably wouldn't make if the other guy were flesh and blood, but it's a little easier to get over his mental blocks about touching people when dealing with someone made out of metal.

That said, something catches him up, and he pauses, glancing up.

"Wait," he says. "Did you say millions?"