The words Knife hands and killer robots make him stare. Lips pressed together, he rubs his hands together. The thought of her hurt makes something in his chest hurt. He doesn't like people he cares about hurt - and does he care about Alex? IS that what he is feeling? Of course. They're colleagues.

Of course.

"You can be stubborn. And also hard headed but you didn't..." He waves it off as they move toward the kitchen, "Alex you claim you died. The blood was you dying. I felt that."

It slips out and he ignores it, "What did - how did you see?"