<div align="center">Leo</div><br/>He gave a grunt and nod of his head in recognition that Tych had said something; typical. Leo is not much for talk. Out of the dozen or so survivors, he was probably the least social of the bunch.<br/><br/>He helped himself to a big bowl of stew, and picked out a few bits of the meat, to feed them to Ripper.  Not nearly enough for the big, bad wolf, but enough to keep him going until he could find some more dog food or the like while out scavving. The beast, practically wild, seemed content to eat right out of Leo's dirty palms, and the man seemed perfectly trusting of the beast not to literally bite the hand that feeds.<br/><br/>He listened to the old man as he talked about supplies, and their need to acquire more. Leo liked the old man; he was no-nonsense, down to earth, and business first. He knew what the hell he was doing.<br/><br/>"Tych's turtle might be a good way to find water. Those critters always know where to find it. Ripper's a lot better for huntin', but we could take a look around the refinery. Might be crazies there, or other survivors that know the value of fuel. Either way, my boy will live up to his name if it's needed." However, given that Leo just got off night watch, his first stop after eating was bed; everybody had their limit, and while Leo could push his, he wouldn't unless it was necessary. As is, he's looking to the old man for specific directions here.