There are a lot of situations Leon can feel decently equipped to handle on missions should they arise. Armed men? Fine. A horde of zombies? Ok. A blizzard? Not so much. The two of you are holed up in an abandoned office building of some sort—not the best for insulation—and you’re surveying your things, damp and ruined from the storm. His own backpack and sleeping bag fared much better. “You gotta get out of those clothes. You’ll get hypothermia.” He frowns, passing you his only spare t shirt.