[In a quick movement, Leonard has palmed what he's been thrown before - where did it go? who knows? - and uses his now free hand to reach up and push his jacket aside. He pulls at his shirt a little, revealing the makeshift bandage around his shoulder he's partly bled through.]

He was starved when the water went down. Went feral, attacked me. I iced him.

Been a more Van Helsing day than most so far.