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

	And there it was. Somebody finally had the nerve to shatter the indifference that plagued this little gathering. Alex has his reasons to reserve himself, even if they were somewhat immature, but nobody had addressed the presence of the two (four if you counted Katherine and Grace) Newcomers. Alex huffed uncomfortably as Rowena confronted Ethan to his surprise, taking a seat in one of the shredded chairs nearby as quietly as he could. He couldn't help the hardwood floor's audible [i]creaking.[/i] The earlier revelation hadn't done much for the situation either, aside from rouse unnecessary Drama within the group, which Alex, and a few others, seemed very unconcerned with. The Portuguese man leaned back for a moment, until he felt a splinter of wood jab him in the back. 

	Ethan snapped, for some reason or another, at the woman's inquiries. To be fair, they'd just escaped a near-death catastrophe at Dana point. A few were still shook up, no doubt, but Ethan? Alex expected him to maintain his composure in the face of much more than the musings of a [i]stranger[/i]. Ethan was right about one thing, there was no reason to trust this newcomer. Even Alex had been rather cautious, but there'd been no real judgement, or consensus on how Jason and Rowena should be treated. Before he could interject, Ethan stampeded out of the room, and Rowena began explaining herself, for everyone to hear. Alex grit his teeth before speaking up with a tinge of impatience in his voice.

	"Lady, this group es not ehm, in highest spirits. Our home, it- Eh, went up in flames, as it is said, not very long ago. Many of our friends died," Alex said, motioning his hands around to emulate fire as he did so, "It is fresh trauma, and not to be ehm, prodded at, yes?"