"You're a very careless young lady, aren't you?" he said, his voice low and gravelly. "Do you have any idea how much it costs to clean up after people like you?"
Leo leaves the basement chilled by Henderson’s calm, prophetic tone. The "creepiness" wasn't malice; it was the weight of seeing the same cycle of arrogance repeat for years. Leo starts picking up his own trash, not out of fear, but because he realized he didn't want his name to be just another "warning" on Henderson’s wall. "You're a very careless young lady, aren't you