The holographic messenger did little to alleviate Leon's discomfort, but seeing a huntress made him decide to quit moping. After all, he didn't give up the freedom of the sea so that he could be such a wimp. Their was still a slight ocean scent to his scarf, which had become a staple part of his apparel, that he found reassuring.
Tearing his eyes away from the glass, at last, he scanned the unfamiliar faces around him once more. Some looked confident while others seemed to shy away. Leon had fallen into the latter category, so to make up for it he felt a need to drag somebody else our of their shell. Even if he had to do it with them kicking and screaming. Especially if they are kicking and screaming, he silently mused.
There were a number of valid targets, such Ms. Bookworm in one corner and the male faunus staring out the window, but one he chose had chosen a different corner. Hood up and eyes down, the initiate had a good feeling he knew exactly what type of person he was dealing with. Through sheer force of willpower, Leon shrugged off his queasiness and strode over to his unsuspecting victim.
"You know," he said, taking a squat so he could look Lyle in the eyes, "I have never heard of a person successfully staring a hole into the ground, but you definitely seem committed." He waited a brief moment before adding with a smile, "I'm Leon by the way."