[Leon is so wrapped up in trying to find out if this article is about politics, food or soccer that he about jumps through the roof at the shoulder squeeze.]

What did I say about sneaking up on me?! Sheesh! [Even if D had passed in front of him, he's like this... He's so far gone in his fake Italian knowledge. He looks back at it now, lips curving down further as his fingers crumple the edges.]

I can't figure out a damn thing. Even when I was trying to talk to people earlier to fit in, they all just give me weird looks and start yelling! This is going to take me years...