Frowning as soon as he looks away. It doesn't make sense to her, what she's doing that always puts him so apparently ill at ease. Looking. That's all. Contrary to his belief, she isn't seeing any creature beneath the skin— though give her time, she may come to (and isn't that hypocritical, when Allen's technically just the same).

"Nothing..." It's only a murmur, soft enough that Alex won't have to consider it a question, but could expand on it if he wanted to (she doubts he does). With remarkable balance for someone wearing high heels in a ramshackle building, she picks her way around the rubble, gingerly toeing something unidentifiable. "...Are you looking for something in particular?"