[Leo rubs his stomach idly, wondering if he still has a six pack. His body fat percentage is low specifically to show his ab muscles at their most defined - single digits - and that's dangerous levels for a woman. He flexes his arms, wishes he has calipers. Measurement would be useful, right around now, something scientific to take the edge off the fucking weird. Some kind of explanation.]

Uncanny? I think that's it. Like...I know I'm me, but sometimes I move and? [He shrugs.] It's not me moving. My body moves in ways I'm not used to it moving. You know? [If he doesn't call it creepy, maybe it won't be creepy?]