"They might have. I was a little...preoccupied." Trying to absorb that this wasn't Detroit, that they were going to shove him in some bizarre village thing. He kept thinking it was a nightmare, and had half resolved that Dennett Norton would eat no more leftover Chinese food before bed.

"And you want that for Alex, while you're still...one of us?" Really, Clara. He may be a nerd, but he can see a complication here. Alex wouldn't let Clara be murdered for sport. Dennett had seen what Alex had done when someone had simply upset his son, after all.

"That would be...far better, yes." If he looks relieved it's because he honestly wasn't keen on the idea of a field cautery on Clara. "Are you able to move? To come along with me?" He wouldn't mind the company. Plus the navigation among the, well, girlie things.