Honestly he'd have been more surprised had she turned back at this point. While he knew very well these things freaked Alex out, scared the hell out of her sometimes, he also knew she never let that stop her. Not even once. It was both endearing and frustrating, that broken threat meter of hers. Terrified as she was Alex Reagan never missed an opportunity to stare into the abyss. Simon wondered now, as he did at other times, if she would ever fully understand why that was.

Well, that was why she was here, wasn't it? To talk about that. He'd have just appreciated having less of a headache for this conversation. Can't present her his best, but he'll do what he can all the same. As ever, he is there to help, even if it doesn't always look that way.

But, you know, just because he's awful and he'd prefer the hallway stayed empty Simon absolutely didn't help make the atmosphere better by letting the lights click off one by one as Alex moved down the hall. He'd prefer it if no one else, like Strand, got any funny ideas of coming up here. Sorry, Alex.

Simon was flopped over in his bed with one arm draped over his eyes much like someone struggling with a migraine might do, because that was exactly what he was dealing with. Trying to keep this from spreading further into the ship, while being taxed by it simultaneously certainly wasn't helping his head any. The room wasn't much better than the hallway, with the lights letting out that low electrical buzz they do when they're near to going out.

"Hello, Alex." A brief pause. "I tried to warn you." But Alex was going to Alex, as she is wont to do.