( Even if Spike doesn't see the purpose of keeping things neat, Leon doesn't want to leave a mess of someone else's things. It's not like he's back in Raccoon City where everything has gone to hell anyway. The least he can do if he's going to rummage through their stuff is clean up after himself.

He finally seems satisfied that he's gotten everything (mostly) back to the way it was before he straightens, turns back to the other man in preparation to say something. But the words die on his touch as he watches the way he leans over the desk and finds the first aid kit without any issue. His expression falls slightly, a long sigh leaving him. If he'd just... )

Something is better than nothing. ( He replies with a small sigh, but the offer has his attention immediately. )

Yeah, that'd be— ( He nods, letting out another sigh, relieved. ) —that'd be great, if you don't mind. I could use another set of hands.

( The nonchalance and lack of any real hurry to help is strange to Leon when he'd be moving quickly to get someone else tended to. But it's not worth thinking on too long. Instead, he nods again. )

I should, yeah. There's a bathroom nearby.

( He lifts his hand, motioning towards one of the nearby doors. And then he steps away, motioning for Spike to follow before he heads towards the bathroom himself. )