[Something in Leo freezes. His posture is still casual, his expression still firmly positive. But something in his blood goes to steel before he moves to rub his forearms like he's cold. As he flicks the recording device back on to make sure this gets on digital tape.]

Phew, felt like a chill just blew in. Care to run that by me again, didn't quite hear it? Sliders, we've got bad hearing and all, y'know?