Alex actually sighs: it's exasperated, impatient, but he totally can't blame this guy for playing it safely. If their positions were reversed, he's not even sure he would've stopped even if he's supposed to be a cop. Not with his wife on the line, with a crappy barricade between her and the other Tributes.

"I'll do my best," Alex says dryly. "If you don't stab me in the face. My buddies won't like it."

Alex lies without even thinking about it. It's what got him this far when he was a regular detective who only had to worry about gun runners and drug dealers and if he's learned anything, it's don't let someone you don't trust think you're alone.