Jorel was interrupted as seemingly usual with this company, with Leo rushing up to them all angry like. Jorel stood up and stepped back to avide being pushed by Leo, though Sam dropped to her ass. It was clear Leo was upset and angry about what would be considered standard procedure. Jorel's eyes floated down to the man's sidearm, and back up to Leo, his eyes slowly widening.

Jorel raised his palms up slowly, stepping back to gain more distance. "Leo..." He spoke in a calm, questioning voice, similar to a teacher calling out a troublesome kid. That's when he heard the Explorer, and moments later Conrad barged in and dumped a deer at Leo's feet. Jorel smirked, feeling the tension slightly dissipate.

Jorel lowered his hands and bent down to the girl, pulling the loose rope from her unbound hands. "If you want her in your room, I'll be all g with that, mate. But you know if you fall asleep you could be the next dead guy." He picked up a survival knife from her thigh and inspected it slightly. "The standard procedure isn't just to make sure they're not a walking bag of death to-be, but also to make sure they aren't dicks with happy trigger fingers," he said, side-eyeing Leo's hand on his side arm. "And children are the worst, because half the time they're confused and they'll straight up attack."

Jorel grabbed the kid's bag and brought it with him as he sat down on the couch with a deep sigh. "In this world, doesn't matter who the fuck you are, you're a survivor. One year in and this 'scared shitless' girl happens to be alive? She's a survivor, Leo. Look at the shit she's got." As if to emphasise his words, he pulled out a bunch of pitons, rope and some harnesses, along with a photo. "I want her to be legit, man, I always welcome people. But the procedure is there for a reason, and shit I've seen kids back in Aus who fuck up others more than the average lad. Tell you what though, you can keep watch on her and if you need to sleep or anything I'll swap with ya."

Jorel investigated the photo in his hands. It was old and weathered, presenting two people, one of which was the girl. The other seemed like her mother, or perhaps older sister. Jorel muttered under his breath. "She's got a story to tell, like the rest of us."