He quietly walked over to Malone and set a hand on her not injured shoulder.

“I need the glasses back. Consider it a senior order for you to go inside now.” Leon instructed, “Kennedy you can help her or help with Madeline your choice.”

The whole time one thing E said was echoing in Leon’s head. It bothered him perhaps unnecessarily, but he couldn’t contain the thought now. He stepped up beside Morgan and stared down his boss.

“This is our business, Tragellan.” Leon said, using his boss's last name for the first time as far as he remembered, with the same deadly seriousness as when he placed the mask on Malone, “Or did you forget that our job is to deal with people who harm others through paranormal means? I certainly didn’t join it as a social club.”

Leon sighed and looked down towards Madeline. The woman looked broken. The experience was certainly going to be chasing her for the rest of her life, and that was the last thing someone on the outside needed. He wasn’t sure there was much he could do for the immediate or long-term effects.

Leon turned to Tragellan again, “Honestly, what went through your mind that you had to pull something like this? Morgan and I have been doing this for years. Malone’s catching on as fast, if not faster, than anyone else we’ve brought in. You couldn’t just leave it to us? I don’t care how long you’ve been doing this. I don’t care if this is insubordination. You trust us to do our jobs, and you do not cross that line except in the absolute most dire of circumstance. Because once you cross that line you’re the kind of person we hunt down. And I certainly don’t get any pleasure from hunting down a friend, but like I said I don’t do this for fun.”

“Manny, help me move the client. I’m a witch doctor, not a doctor doctor.” Leon sighed trying to figure out what he could do to help the woman.