The Shaman (who during the waiting admitted that it was always surreal to know that people had latched onto that) sends back a message before heading off. |Sure. I think you'll find my rates reasonable for the short term.|<br/><br/>Leon mostly manages to be calm on the way back. Things still haven't all settled in (knowing that what you thought were your memories were just bits from a trid series was sure to put most people off their games for a bit), so it's pretty clear that his responses are all a bit ... rote. Simple, monosyllable answers. So he's not really registering the questions.<br/><br/>At least until about half-way back. By that point, the 'held' cover is starting to waver and slap against his body when he walks. "Do you have some aspirins? I seem to be getting something of a headache." The bio-monitor is of little help, confirming the signs of a developing migraine, but not the cause. It also warns of how the sedatives are getting lower and lower and you really should sedate him again, so it was probably tampered with to just give out the important stuff for whoever it was that was going to move him.<br/><br/>And one it hits, Leon starts focusing on actually reading and registering the questions, or so the redness in the face says. "I-I wouldn't want to impose."