Archer had made it across fine, mostly. He looked like he did something odd when he jumped, kind of like what Krauser had been able to do-- that insane speed and agility. It made Leon a little wary. He crouched down next to Archer, noticing the growing, dark stain on his clothes. "Looks like you tore it open again," he said. "Want some help?"

He was distracted from whatever reply Archer might have made by Mark's trek through the room. He made it across faster than either of them, though something seemed rather wrong with him. He seemed to be enjoying it, even the pain, and the look on his face... Leon didn't have much of a physical reaction, but internally he recoiled. Mark was badly burned, and before Leon could check on him, he rolled over and puked. "Shit," he muttered. "You okay, Mark?" he asked, louder, not exactly keen on the idea of approaching the other man. Both his team members had shown different sides of themselves, and he wasn't quite sure what to think about them.