There's an aspect of worry in the air. Alex keeps to watchfulness, and continues, taking in every reaction. "That's what I thought. There's something on that...jar...three point nine grams... If it was measuring liquid, it might be--" The muscle in his jaw tightens. His control slips for a more, rage flashes behind his eyes.

He kills it.

Closes his eyes and opens them again. Tries once more. "I'm assuming he was measuring come."