He knows on some surface level there isn't a living person here who will know what he is. Perhaps not even believe it if they're told. But Alex still gets anxious about being watched. About being noticed.
He watches her in turn, out of his peripheral vision as he scours the mess of rubble for any kind of answer to present itself. She carries herself with an unusual grace- not like the eerie movements of Elizabeth Greene. He'd heard talk about people here with 'powers' but Lenalee didn't look like the hulking super soldiers he'd fought. But there was something strange about her. Something Alex didn't have the knowledge to place.
His eyes traveled along the floor, a broken vial by a rusting stretcher catching his eyes. Without warning, he visibly cringed, holding his head, unbidden memories flooding through him.
A vial shattering on the concrete, red liquid that held the virus spreading over the floor. Or was that his blood? It mixed, red with red, chemicals acting like a crib to his last creation as it unwittingly consumed him and replaced him...
He came back to reality, shaking off the unwanted memory like a fly, though his whole being throbbed with the pain of remembering. Still, it gave him an idea.
"I want to know what happened here." He said roughly. "If it was some kind of plague, the hospital records will tell us something."
SLOW TAGS = GREATEST CRIME OF ALL *never forgives ever*
He watches her in turn, out of his peripheral vision as he scours the mess of rubble for any kind of answer to present itself. She carries herself with an unusual grace- not like the eerie movements of Elizabeth Greene. He'd heard talk about people here with 'powers' but Lenalee didn't look like the hulking super soldiers he'd fought. But there was something strange about her. Something Alex didn't have the knowledge to place.
His eyes traveled along the floor, a broken vial by a rusting stretcher catching his eyes. Without warning, he visibly cringed, holding his head, unbidden memories flooding through him.
A vial shattering on the concrete, red liquid that held the virus spreading over the floor. Or was that his blood? It mixed, red with red, chemicals acting like a crib to his last creation as it unwittingly consumed him and replaced him...
He came back to reality, shaking off the unwanted memory like a fly, though his whole being throbbed with the pain of remembering. Still, it gave him an idea.
"I want to know what happened here." He said roughly. "If it was some kind of plague, the hospital records will tell us something."