An alias, huh? Well, at least 'Euclid' was being honest about it this time around. On the other hand, he wasn't exactly civil in the way he said it -- which, to be fair, could be excused by the fact that he was pretty beat up. Most people would be grumpy in such a situation.
Not knowing exactly what to say without further escalating the situation, Leon silently followed the two into the room, where the stranger managed to lift himself up on a table and asked Rose some questions about where they were. The latter, however, seemed to have spaced out a bit, reacting much like someone who's been interrupted while reading a good book.
Leon subconciously shook his head when Rose answered. [i]No, Rose, you didn't 'help create this place'. This entire area was created by some kind of lunatic with too much money and [b]far[/b] too much free time. If anything, you only gave him the inspiration for it.[/i] Not that he was going to start about things like that right now; at the moment, they had more important things to worry about than semantics, such as fixing up Mr. Alias, and deciding what to do next other than waiting in place and deciding what to do next.
"So... Euclid? Can you tell us anything about how you got here, or anything else you know about what's happening?" Leon broke his silence. "If you don't want to tell us who you are, that's fine. It's just that we're all trying to figure out exactly what's going on, so every bit of information helps. In return, we'll do the same -- or at least I will; Although I don't think she has any problems with it, I can't speak for Rose." He then turned to Rose. "In the meantime, is there anything I can do to help?"