Leo gave Danica's ass another grope and followed the bossman. He was always a little restless with the sort of opulence used by the Cavalry. Not with luxury, per se, because heaven knew he didn't live in a hovel, but he didn't feel quite at home in elegant surroundings when planning. He was used to something more clinical at best. Sometimes, planning took place in some tiny room on a destroyer. He still wasn't used to it. But his brothers looked out for him, they'd helped get him back into the realm of the sane most of the time. And he had brother Marines too. He'd face down the madness combat risked for him to watch their backs.<br/><br/>He sat down at the table and sipped his drink. He'd chosen a seat on the side, with easy access and line of sight to the door and the boss. Training died hard. The question was a matter of the agenda, and for that, he would have to wait.