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She does take note of his body language. She's the eye of someone who has trained for a very long time. Then again, there's likely a reason she was the leader of the Law Enforcement Unit. She had the skills to back up the title.

"No one died, but there was potential, perhaps. At a certain point a path ceases to exist and you need to cut your way through. It's easy to get lost out there and, for that matter, I simply was not willing to let his stubbornness result in illness. You can always come back, you can't so easily heal damage that's been done." Which is to say that she looks out for her people, even if it means losing valuable information. "I suspect it is designed in a way to make it difficult to find him. For that matter, I have heard that any who have seen him in person cannot recall his face and immediately wake up in their homes like," holding a hand up, she lightly snaps her fingers through her gloves, "that, a blink of an eye and you're back home."

So that was it. She had called it off due to lack of planning? If so, he could respect that. He would have loved to have had that option more than once, but generally it did not exist to him. Generally, everything was on the fly, and details were sketchy at best.

What she gave at least fit that last bit, as they were certainly not very good details. What little was there caused a frown, and his eyes cast about momentarily, before returning to Quistis. "I'm afraid you aren't making me very much more optimistic. Your words imply a gorgeous facade, but something far darker, or more mischievious, behind it."

"Well, regardless we were brought here without warning or request, our things taken from us, abilities locked, and in some cases forms have changed -- although I have only heard of this and been given no solid proof." Sorry, but she draws the line at animals suddenly becoming human. Of all the strange things in this world and her own, that's the thing she isn't quite willing to believe.

"I apologize, but I would rather be straightforward and not glamorize the situation. It certainly doesn't quell any worries, but I do not think there is a... dark intent behind all of this." There have been dark things that have happened here, some of them even possibly under the landlord's orders? Influence? She isn't sure. "However, I don't think his goal is as simple as to make us all play house, either."

Her arms fold beneath her chest and while congenial this whole while, she takes a more serious edge to her expression and tone when she speaks. "Do you intend to introduce yourself?" While she doesn't mean to say it so harshly, it gives him the upper hand. She was doing the favor here; they should have even footing.

He isn't willing to buy that there's no dark intent. People don't just snatch others, toss them into homes with assigned roles, and then say they are stuck there and to deal with it, without some other goal or reason, and nothing he could think of was actually anything good.

Still, scolding the woman for things she didn't know, although he would certainly be trying to find everything she did know, was of no use and would only earn him enemies, and right now he needed to keep less of those than more, at least until he figured out what was going on completely, or at least got a feel for the place beyond the handful of hours he'd been there.

A small smirk greeted her request. "Leon S. Kennedy. And you'll have to forgive me, I've become rather hesitant to just introduce myself randomly." And that was when it would matter; most zombies didn't give a shit about his name, and the other half the time, he seemed to keep meeting people who already knew him.

Dark... she'd argue on, but malicious? Certainly not. At least not actively. If anything, she would argue that he seems to have no morals in any direction. Almost like he was programmed a specific way. Their happiness or some multidimensional matchmaking scheme seemed a little much. Knowing that he was always watching... perhaps all they were to him was entertainment?

He couldn't really scold her without coming off as a hypocrite to her. They'd only just met, after all. "I see. Well, your name holds no meaning to me. If you were expecting a reaction, I do not have one." She brushes some hair out of her eyes with a tssk and something of a sigh.

"Of course, I also understand hesitancy even with people of authority. You never know who is doing something for the right reasons." She gestures vaguely at a few people walking around. "The way you know if someone came here in the same manner you did... the people around here who are "native" and sometimes referred to as "the landlord's people" by other residents, you will notice they don't seem to have anywhere to go and have no real personality. Like robots, almost. The seem to exist solely to man shops that aren't run by people like you and I."

She had theories, of course. But none that she could confirm or deny.

Her reaction to his giving his full name caused a laugh from Leon. "I just tend to introduce myself with my full name. No special meaning; just an old habit I guess.

"As for authority, I'm afraid I've seen more than my fair share of people who claim it, but either can't handle it, or happen to be working for the wrong side; basically what you implied."

"I meant in regard to your hesitancy to offer it. I, too, often offer my full name when introducing myself. I suppose it comes with the territory." As an instructor, at least. People either wanted something specific or non-specific and lacking any sort of identity when it came to being a SeeD. She was alright with it, either way.

She understands his words well and uses it as a way to relate better. Hopefully, anyway. "Where I come from, there was a dictator that had gained power over the course of a few decades. I'm no stranger to corruption." However, she wasn't all good. "I feel it would be important for you to understand that despite my occupation here, where I come from I am a mercenary. While it does have a negative connotation in
most worlds, it does not in mine. Mostly, we protect. However, I have done things I am not proud of. I do not ask you to trust me implicitly, but I would rather people be aware of who I am than not."

Which, in a way, was reason enough to trust her. Or, at least give her a chance to be trusted.

He seemed to pause for a moment, glancing the woman over, before shrugging a little and deciding to give her a bit of insight. If nothing, he needed people who might know the lay of the land, and making enemies off the bat wasn't his desire; although it was often how it worked.

"My hesitancy is for two reasons: I've got enough people who want to kill me and so I don't want to add my name to the lips of another person who might wish to later, and usually my audience happens to be living dead or brain-washed.

"As for mercenaries, I've known good and bad, so I refuse to judge until I know the actual character."

In some ways, he was a mercenary himself, although for the government; but if he'd ever said that, they probably would have been unamused. If he said what he honestly thought he was to the government, they definitely would have been unamused.

She seems friendly enough -- and honest, too. But there's a difference between seeming and being and she has learned that even great lengths of time may not make it clear what kind of person someone really is when they need to get their hands dirty.

The real question is if she dips her hands in gleefully, puts on gloves, or has someone else do it for her.

"I can't say I'm particularly fond of either of those things." She means the latter half of what he was saying, of course. "Fair enough, but I also understand people who feel that there is never an option to do some of the things I have done. The only answer I can give as to why I have done them is because if I don't, others will have to." Despite everything, she loved to protect others. "If I don't take arm, it may breed another generation that will know nothing but war. With my actions, I hope to prevent that."

The idea of a world with no or little war, less monsters or just people who never were afraid to leave their homes. Children that wouldn't have to learn to wield a weapon to protect themselves as soon as they learn to walk. That's the world she fights for.

He couldn't help the amusement that probably sprang to his face. "We may be cut from some of the same cloth, then.

"But I didn't have a full choice to begin."

Brows raised, she can't help but laugh. "Ah, is that so? I suppose we're the same in that regard, as well. I suppose if I fought against that choice, I could have become something different. I'm a little stubborn, though."

She wonders about his specific situation, but she won't pry. She wouldn't want someone doing that to her, either.

"If you are not busy, I'll treat you to something. Coffee or tea. Lunch, if you've not eaten. I'll tell you what I know -- or at least what comes to mind. I cannot promise you'll find any comfort in any of it or any use for the information." It would be nice if she could find use for it. Maybe given more time it would be a puzzle she could put together.

"If you'd believe it, I was a cop." He specified, for some reason being clear that it was former. In fact, he wasn't entirely sure if his one day on the job actually counted, since he had sort of overslept, not shown up on time, and instead gotten there after the zombie outbreak and when basically everyone was already dead... But, for all official purposes, he probably did. "I suppose I'll take you up on that offer. I'd rather know what I can, than nothing at all."

"I can, I think. You have that air about you. Not necessarily a police officer, though. Military or something of the sort." She's revealing some of her thoughts on him right now. The way he moved, spoke. It held some authority to it and those were the options that immediately came to her mind.

She begins down the street at a careful, languid pace and looks over her shoulder. "Well, then, please follow me. Cafes are quite popular with the people who are brought here, so there are several. If you see something you'd prefer, please feel free to enter and I will follow."

Now, where to begin? There are a lot of things that wouldn't even occur to someone to discuss. Maybe he'll ask a question that will push her in the right direction.

He snorted a little, and if he'd been wearing his normal gear, she'd probably have pegged military immediately, even if it would only be half truth. "Police officer for a day, government for the rest of my life."

And that was probably the most he'd say on things for now, but it might give her an indication of why he might read as a mix of both, and why if she listened to him long enough it would become extremely obvious he wasn't exactly militarily trained. Sure, he'd taken some courses, they were useful and mandatory in some cases, but he was certainly not related to any branch whatsoever.

Not content to be lead, however, he moved to fall into step beside her, a gentle roll of his shoulders indicating he wasn't finicky about where they went. Tea or coffee was generally good, except when it was bad. "So why not tell me why it is I'm apparently married to someone woman I don't know whatsoever."

Likely, she would have. It doesn't often occur to her that someone else might be a mercenary (or an assassin). Perhaps because the only mercenaries she has met thus far have been from her world. "Sounds like an interesting story." She leaves him room to either continue on that line or ignore it, whichever it is that he would prefer

Knowing that he wasn't military did put her at ease to some degree, though 'government' could mean many things. In this world or her own. Her guard wouldn't be let down, but he seems pleasant enough and that's really all she could ask for.

"Ah, that's not one I can answer for you." She turns minutely toward him out of politeness when she speaks. "Some of us aren't married here or have been in the past and are reassigned or the people they're married to end up leaving. I spent a month without an assigned spouse, then I had one for... well, about five months. I haven't had one since. I have mixed feelings on it, but it is a nice break to not have to fight someone for the bed."

"Interesting." His tone indicated he did not think so at all, and that he wasn't going to continue on about it. His history was his, and only sometimes did he bother to reveal it. Those sometimes didn't tend to be with someone he barely knew.

At the least, he was an attentive listener. "I see. Too bad I couldn't have the option to fly solo."

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