Alex reaches to shift through the pack the armor is in, dragging out his own leather armor. He holds this out. "Modify to fit you better, but don't ruin it too much. I like that." It matches one Neil owns, after all.

"Otherwise," he smiles a bit self-depreciatingly. "I'm running on fumes here. Don't think I've slept more than a couple of hours in the past few days." He means week. But people look at you a little funny when you say that. "You think you guys could hold down the fort for a while?"

Washington only nods to this. "God, man, get some rest. We can work out the details without you for a while."