Alex is at his desk, looking at something his computer— which he took much pride in, as he'd built in himself. He pays little mind to you at the moment, focused on whatever's on his screen. Likely some kind of cryptic lead he'd found on recent events, a new rabbit hole to fall down in search for answers. At least he was the more cool-headed one. He seemed to know when to stop, even if his anger got the best of him every now and then. Sighing, he leans back in his chair and cracks his knuckles, before adjusting his glasses and focusing back in on whatever's captivated his interest.

"None of this makes any sense..." He mutters to himself