It was unusual for Leon's mutation to take so long to detect a nearby person. Once his mutation had picked up on her, he immediately became aware of her health and her personality. That was the part of his power that Leon really hated. It was hard not to feel intrusive when he was literally forced to understand how people tick. Leon had yet to see where she was though and gave a quick glance around the train. '[i]Oh[/i],' he realised looking behind him to see her shoulder in between the seats.

"Not too talkative, are ya?" Leon said without trying to look around the seat and make eye contact with her. If she wanted to have a conversation beyond just speaking at one another, then he was sure it'd be apparent. He doubted she would though, didn't seem to match her personality. "I think we're lucky," Leon went on, "Ellexkir is going to be the least populated district. I've already had enough of the crowds. My mutation makes being around a lot of people really difficult." Leon adjusted how he sat in the seat, pulling off the gloves he always wore in public. Deep scars ran across his right hand, one single jagged scar in the center of his left. He looked at his hands, letting out a sigh before putting the gloves back on. They were uncomfortable, but he wasn't quite ready to be without them. "Sorry," he suddenly added becoming aware of himself and of the person he was talking to, "I don't mean to be a bother."