He scowls at Price and considers just yelling at him until he goes away. It isn't his place to call him out or question his personal decisions. The scowl gives way to a frown though as he looks at the way his handwriting has deteriorated. Damn him for being right.

"Oh, very well." Leonard runs a hand through his hair and grumbles in protest. "Perhaps it would be better if I worked on the papers back at my quarters."

He may budge, but he isn't going to fully concede... if only for appearances sake. So he gathers them up out of pure spite before angrily standing up. It's a decision that he immediately regrets as the room moves around him, making him reach out for the nearest stable surface.