"Yes." [ Shorter answers feel more appropriate. The rush of adrenaline is starting to fade, leaving Leon with only the heaviness of his own weight in a completely different time and place. His eyes look over Alucard's bags and the bucket, and then back to the painting of himself that he'd come flying through. ]

"It didn't make it through to this place, did it?" [ The Hold seems safe enough now, but... ] "—I'll have to go back in and kill it, Adrian. Please hurry." [ Resiliently. He swallows, and his mouth tastes bitter and metallic. Nothing about his body quite feels like it should, but there's no time to be wasted. The murals he'd seen of the Forgotten One were unable to be dismissed, and made it more than clear that the monster had posed an immediate threat. Getting rid of that thing is his responsibility now. ]

"Where's the whip?" [ It's still near the books he'd soiled, but he doesn't remember letting it leave his hand. ]