With one hand flicking through the screens on Neil's PipBoy, Alex's other hand moves up, arm wrapping around Neil's shoulders to lean Neil against him instead. He rubs Neil's shoulder idly, looking for the-- Ah, there it is. And thought so. Geiger counter's stating a little over 400, crazy ass kid. Which, retardly, is not good enough.

Still squinting at the screen, Alex wonders to Neil, "If I happened to have radioactive material--" An insulted beep from ED-E, which Alex ignores. "--would it be better to pour on you, or could you actually metabolize it without poisoning yourself?"