A perceptible frown shifts over his face, before Alex shrugs, eyes rolling ceiling-ward. The spit-covered hand is wiped over the top of his PimpBoy. The device instantly alerts him to the presence of radiation, but despite the idea, he can't get a good read this way. Eh. It was worth a try.

Instead he reaches over to Neil, hand closing over his forearm. Alex pauses, as always. "Good with me accessing your PipBoy?"