[center][h3]Alex Teixeira[/h3][/center]

	There was a whimsical nature plaguing this highway to [i]hell.[/i] An idiotic brat who held little concern for the danger that walker hordes dragged with them, A woman barely scraping by with her baby in tow, and a curious canine enthusiast with a dog large enough to topple [i]professional wrestlers,[/i] all in one day? What rotten luck. It was bad enough that Alex had to struggle past his accent to communicate with his american and english allies on a constant basis. Now he'd surely need to go through the painstaking trial of hearing the phrases 'I'm sorry?' and 'Excuse me' [i]and[/i] 'Could you repeat that?' from these newcomers at [i]least[/i] a thousand times. It made his stomach turn.

	While in the house, Alex kept to himself, nodding politely with a subtle smile at anyone who shot him a friendly glance. His eyebrow began to twitch nervously as the living room filled with survivors. He glanced at Jason for a moment, thoroughly annoyed as the soldier looked at Grace with a distasteful gesture. It's true that children and infants were a handicap with Walkers sprinting towards whines and wails like starved hyenas, but whenever people showed it, through gesture or speech, it irritated Alex to no end. He didn't like Jason at all.

	Katherine cradled Grace comfortably, keeping her distance from the rest of them, as he'd expected her to. Why would she act any differently? They were still strangers to her, after all. Alex glanced at Grace and smiled, but his line of sight was cut off by a torrential downpour of fur and slobber. "Oho, hello puppy," Alex murmured to himself softly as Rowena's dog glanced at him curiously. He looked up at his owner flashing a peace sign. [i]Star trek?[/i] Well, it didn't quite tickle Alex's interests, but the girl's oddly social behavior was relieving to behold. It'd been months since he'd seen anyone outside his group acting so... Willing to mingle. Well, not since that blasted bandit tried to take him and his brother for everything they had. Alex was Naive back then, and from the initial look of it, so was this woman. He didn't trust that excuse for more than a second, though. Something had to be on this little beast-tamer's mind. Alex glanced down at Themistocles as the pooch stared at him blankly with his tongue hanging out. He disregarded Rowena's earlier warning, and pulled his right hand forward, for the dog to sniff his palm.