"I'm still working on tracking down Ms. Milo," Alex says and there's no bite of regret or defensiveness that he's still empty-handed. It's only a matter of time, he thinks. He takes the idea of a troll-alien in a stride - human or troll or alien, they're all accountable in his book. "I can add Eridan's pacification to my list. What does he look like?"

Alex doesn't seem to know where that line is between awkward and slightly-less awkward is. As far as he's concerned, he has nothing to hide and neither should Mr. Strider: he was forthcoming about getting into a fight and that level of honest is something to appreciate. He doesn't ask what caused it, if it was worth it or if Mr. Strider gave Eridan a black eye to write home about.