Alex's jaw sets, and here the anger is far more apparent. Nothing changes in tone or body, but the fire burns between his eyes, hot and potent and full of wrath. But-- His jaw sets, and there appears to only be calm.

"Injuries," he makes out. "Internally. Tears. Cuts. Sores. I know the signs."

Of mistreatment. Of willful neglect. Of selfish ways.