Leo flipped the table to create a funnel at the front door.
Leo dropped his empty rifle onto the scarred wooden table. He turned to face his daughter, Maya, who was feverishly bandaging a graze on her forearm. At nineteen, she had her mother’s fierce eyes and her father’s reckless habit of diving headfirst into danger. [S5E3] Family Bonding
"You weren't supposed to be there, Maya," Leo said, his voice a low growl. Leo flipped the table to create a funnel at the front door