[He hears the footstep seconds before the knock, already stopping and clinging to Peter. But Peter's faster on getting them moved and covered, Leo tucking the blanket more over them. And then shifting so they're laying on their sides and not quite so obvious.

The door whishes open, a mousy dark haired man with thick round glasses stepping in reading from a clipboard-] -so at 1845 there's a check in from a scou-

[And he stops seeing the two of them. Then sees their pants scattered on the floor. And smells the room. His shoulders hunch up by his ears before he quickly turns around to face the door.]

So there's going to be a meeting in half an hour to discuss potential avenues of whatever the scout finds upon return and also to divvy up tomorrow's supplies if they make it without any interference and I'm leaving now.

[He disappears, the door closing with a whish slide again and Leo lays there watching. Before smiling.]

One way to cut out the chit chat.