Leonce stared at the boy that identified himself as Drake, leaving his hand hanging, unsure if he wanted to shake the boy's hand before everyone else. The blank look on the doctors face, followed by the comment by the spartan made it abundantly clear that this wasn't a moment of camaraderie. He had just successfully made an ass of himself. It would've been a bit better if Drake hadn't volunteered, at least then he would've been the only one to look like a fool and Drake didn't seem to quite understand why he would've wanted to volunteer in the first place. If given the option, Leonce would rather call it quits before everyone was forced to rely on him as he was on them once they began training, but it seemed they wouldn't be given an option to die just yet.

Things seemed to fall apart quickly after that. The cruxi were dropping down and already engaging. A spartan had destroyed Drake's left hand. Every second had become just a sliver more helpless than the last, more so when guns began to be handed out among the children. Drake had only the option to let it hand by his side, the expression on his face giving Leonce the impression that he was still in pain. "Leonce," He said quietly, putting a hand on Drake's shoulder, "And sorry for making us look like asses earlier." Leonce reached past him and grabbed a gun for himself, taking a moment to get a feel for the weight and take a glance down the sights while keeping it aimed at the floor, his finger pointed straight; trigger discipline still deeply embedded in his mind.

"Excuse me, gentlemen." He heard from the cluster of Spartans, seeing one of the pilots squirm her way through the mass of muscle and armour that seperated them from the chaos and their escape, a smirk building at the corner of his lips. '[i]At least someone was willing to get things moving,[/i]' he thought with a chuckle before grabbing onto Drake's right arm. "It'd be rude to let her go all on her lonesome. Let's go too. I'll get your back." Leonce flashed a grin at him and lurched after the girl, diving past a spartan who had turned to look at the escaping girl, Leonce hoping that Drake would tag along. He seemed to want to see home action and Leonce mostly wanted to see how this girl's plan would work out. Leonce had always been quick when he fought back home, his long lithe limbs making it easier to close a gap than most people and in a moment he had caught up with the girl, his rifle cradled tightly in his arms as he ran. "Finally, someone that makes sense," Leonce said between quick, sharp breaths, "I like your plan, girlie. Just don't be surprised if you, and me at this rate, get in some deep shit for this."