Leon could understand a rebellious nature. Leon was bred from the same gene pool. Someone told him no, his immediate answer was often to do exactly what he wasn't suppose to. Hinting why working for a law enforcement agency was not in his wheel house. Working for the government meant he could do so with little worries about red tape. He was the red tape.
"I do not." His eyes trailed to her boots. "Leave those." Then to her weapons. "And those." To compromise, just because of how his mind would be, he pulled his pistol from it's holster spun it round to the grip was towards her. "So you feel at ease, you can take mine, but your everything is in sad shape, and if you're anything like I think you are, they will need to be cleaned." Leon sighed. "Thoroughly."