His friend had an uncanny sense, but lucky for Leon this made his plan ever the more easy. Chaos was right on the first try, but when he went into the portal he found himself trapped and bouncing against the ethereal plane like a bird against clear glass. Smirking, Leon stepped out of the spacial prison and snapped his fingers to rid the world of its strain from all the distorted space. This only left one sliver of reality open, but closed in the same right, which housed the hulking mass he called a friend; Chaos. "That ought to keep you from terrorizing others for a while," he said, slapping the edge of the portal spinning it around like a loose revolving door.
Turning his attention to the woman, he bowed and apologized. "Sorry about him. He can get a bit... difficult, after some time. I hope it wasn't too much for you, Miss...?" he trailed, hoping she might fill the gap with a name of some degree.