Alex carefully peers at Neil's head. Once completely rinsed, he'll be able to see more--the white of bone and the flush of flesh, but he needs to make sure it's completely good before he continues. There was too much rot with that fucking string used, too much inflammation along the edges. The conversation, then, is a good space filler. "Not that sure, to be honest. People mentioned something about revenge from an old rig--Enclave, maybe? It could have been the whole Navarro shit."

He shakes his head. "Either way, we can ask when we're there. Then you can disarm a second bomb," he adds, giving a charming smile.