Leander kept himself pressed against it. "I've got a few... admirers on my tail, it seems. Women... They just don't know when to quit. I've got girls sitting in three different compartments trying to drag me off in five different directions. If I don't keep them out, I'm a dead man." He explained as he expasperatedly ran a hand through his hair, then glanced at Ethan. "Now who might you be?" He asked.