When Becka came to where he and Charlie stood, Leandro accepted her easily into their fold with an arm that ghosted around her shoulders. He felt just as protective of her as he did Wren, her pretty face and sweet personality bringing out that same sugary weakness. The conflict written on her features heightened that all the more, his own twisting into a picture of regret when Charlie spoke to her.
Quickly, before saying anything else, he said, "Becka, this is Charlie. He's okay." Maybe. For now. Nothing he had done just yet suggested he'd be dangerous to Becka, even if Leandro didn't like him much. At least he seemed to be making an effort to be ethical, which got him some points back. Leandro nodded to Becka, a little stiffly and coldly, at what she had said. He cast his dark gaze over to where Ryan was now locked in, as if his form would somehow betray his intentions.
"I don't know. Check over your room really carefully and try to see if anything is missing or tampered with - with help, if you can. I'll do it if you need me to. If he meant to... you know, I think he would have been there waiting for you when you got back, probably?" There he scowled again. "There's just isn't enough proof for such drastic measures. Maybe lock him in his room for a few hours for trespassing, I don't know. But stocks? That's the part that's ridiculous. And even more ridiculous are the people who are willing to go to any length to punish someone."
Not for the first time, Leandro could be caught staring over Becka's shoulder at Kyle, though he tore it away just as quickly. There could have been a hint of betrayal flashing across his face for someone observant enough. "But nevermind, it's screwed anyway," he added quickly enough. "Seems like the majority has spoken--"
That was when he heard Mazie's loud cries and gaped his mouth open a touch. He chuckled under his breath, "Jesus H., that woman is like a fucking valkyrie. I love it." Then he lifted his hand in the air and waved to her.