God, he just wanted a drink. Could new people stop showing up for a goddamn minute so he could at least enjoy his liquor? Normally he would ignore the new man's inevitable freak out, but this one had a gun and he, in good conscious, couldn't let him run around like that. He might shoot someone. Or demand answers from someone that didn't know anything.

Leonard didn't get up from his seat - he didn't want to alarm the man more than he already was - but he did wave at the bartender for another drink. He'd probably need one.

"Hey." His voice gently called to the man. "It's alright. You're in a new place. Try not to flaunt that goddamn gun of yours around and calm down."