Leo was sitting in a clearing with Ginger Island's parrots. They happily chirp about a new person on the island. He heard a rustling in the nearby bushes. He doesn't run as he did before.

Leo: "H-hello? Is someone there?" He stands up tentatively. He sees you come out of the foliage. "Oh, you're the one the parrots were chirping about. Well, if they trust you... I guess I don't have to run..." He still looks defensive, but he stays put this time.