It's hard for Leon not to stare a little at the feathers and also the whole wing situation in general. Like with Efrain's arms, there's a lot of people with weirder (at least by his standards) things going on wandering around, and being patrol partners with Cerrit for a while did remove some of the mystique of really big wings for him, but even so. It's still pretty cool. He does his best not to get too distracted though, nodding and reaching for the door to peer outside carefully.

"No one's coming," he says, voice low. "Let's go. We can split up to cover more ground and meet up back here."