He looks to John, and then to the doors. Alex's shoulders slump at the realization that he'd forgot to close the damn things, bat lowering as he halfheartedly gestures to his blunder. "Aw, c'mon..." He whines about it, but that oversight is no one's fault but his own.
Those icy blue eyes finally land back on Blu's Medic, his bat is raised once again, ready for things to go south at any moment. "There's nothin' for you here." It's a fib, everyone knows that both sides were interested in intelligence. This would've been the easiest opportunity for someone to waltz in and take it.
And, in John's case, this would've definitely been an opportunity to grab medical records and run. For as unremarkable as they were, there would have been some information that would've been of great interest to just about anyone.
"So you better turn right on back, if you know what's good for you." Especially in regards to the Scout right in front of him.
@crossbowblu || [cont]