[ Contrary to what Lea's intentions to stay cool and tough, he starts laughing at Demyx's nonsensical nickname for Vexen (it's obviously Vexen. Even. Whoever. Fuck that guy). What the heck is a snow miser? The image enters his head of Even hunched over piles of snow, counting out snowflakes like microscopic coins, and shutting icicles up in vaults, and he laughs even more. Those cocktails have totally gone to his head by now. It doesn't bother him at all that Myde is nearly leaning on him. It's... kinda nice, actually. ]

So - ok. So we're here chasing down somebody's dog because we jumped to conclusions, which is not good in recon.

[ Lea makes a mock-deferral gesture with his free hand, the one not attached to the shoulder closest to Myde. He's still a little giddy from the laughing fit. ]

I - I submit the question to a veteran of recon. What would you do, if you were me, in this situation?