To Neil's question, Alex holds up a finger: Wait. Then the man looks up, and there's a dagger-edge expression in his eyes. "...I understood that the experience was shit," he says quietly, voice filled with threat. "Neither of you ever insinuated that there was a worse possibility that could have been likely."

Alex isn't asking questions. If one takes it at face value, there's nothing he's looking for. But the tension suddenly filling the air would say otherwise.