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Most of the people who used the Sensoriums fell into two categories: They either wanted to use the place to find some new and creative way to break themselves in half, or they used it to replicate their home in some kind escapist fantasy. Leon didn't fall into either one of those groups, which may explain why he didn't use the sensoriums much, if at all. He figured whatever they would face in the rest of the ship would find new and creative ways to try to break him into pieces, and as much as he missed home, he'd rather deal with the reality of the situation than pretend this wasn't happening.

He did, however, visit the media library fairly frequently. He didn't bother looking up too much information on himself, particularly after he became aware of Resident Evil. Nor did he look up information on others unless he absolutely needed to. But listening to some music and browsing through books and articles did help him relax. So did the game of Tetris he was able to download to his phone, but flipping through stuff was a bit more productive. At least then he might learn more about this ship, its purpose, the Ohm, and the mysterious Third Party.

In between Tetris breaks, anyway.

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Good, he didn't seem to be afraid of the Chief at all. But, then again, from his brief observation of the kid, Leon wasn't sure if Paco was smart enough to fully understand fear.

"I have an assignment for you, Mr. Guzmán." Yes, he was going to continue to call him that. This was conversation was serious business.

"The Master Chief is a good guy, but he needs to learn how to relax and have fun. You're going to to teach him how to do that."

Serious. Business.

Paco survived an invasion of aliens who wanted very much to kill him in order to hurt his best friend. He'd survived being kidnapped by acid-spitting roaches as "easy" prey for their widdle babies. He'd survived being infested and controlled by the evil leader of the Yeerks on board the meatship.

He was from the same universe as Batman.

Paco understood fear just fine; and that was why he wasn't afraid of Chief.

He stared at Leon for a moment and then burst out laughing. "You know, I was just thinking of appointing myself head of the 'Have Some F$#%ing Fun' team..." He said, grinning. "I'll do it."

"Good man." Paco kind of reminded Leon of Kevin Ryman, only significantly less drunk.

"By the way, the Chief does enjoy a good game of paintball. You might want to keep that in mind."

"I can do paintball." Paco said, looking thoughtful. "Group activity, so we get more people involved; can count as "training" for all of the hard-asses and workaholics on board; team-building exercise, blah blah blah... And we build to sillier things from there."

He glanced up at Leon with raised eyebrows. "I assume when the Command Staff asks why Team Jailbait is dragging Master Chief into a food fight in the Sensorium, you'll be able to keep a straight face?"

Leon just gave Paco his patented stoic neutral look, as if this whole conversation never happened.

"Food fight? I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Guzmán."

In other words, he can keep a perfectly straight face.

"Excellent." Paco grinned. "I expect to see you at the paintball game."

Leon's expression didn't change. He simply picked his phone up and started to go about his business. Stoic mode was easy to slip into, but difficult to get out of.

"Like I said, kid, I have no idea what you're talking about. Now I believe you have an assignment to take care of, in addition to whatever it was you were looking up."

Pfft.

"Yeah, yeah." Paco shook his head and headed back for his console. If Leon didn't show up, Paco was setting Brenda on him.

This was going to be awesome.

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