Whoa, hey--

[Leon's getting used to this theme by now. His own place is mostly okay, water damage aside; it's at least not a heap of rubble. He'd been luckier than some of his friends, that's for sure. It's the most obvious when he's walking through the residential district, though, on his way home past sights like this. Mary isn't the first person he's seen out in the streets digging through the wreckage, and she's probably not going to be the last.

But she's the first one he stops for. Everyone's miserable right now, sure, but there's nothing quite so miserable as a tiny, very cute girl trying to haul wood all by herself, sad and rained on. How is he supposed to keep walking in the face of that?

He veers in her direction as she works on a bit of debris that is definitely too heavy for her, hands coming up in front of himself, like he might either take her shoulders to comfort her or take the boards away from her in an attempt to help. He's not close enough yet to do either, though, when he speaks up.]

Yo, don't hurt yourself! Lemme give you a hand! You're gonna snap yourself in half like that . . . that'd be a total tragedy!