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

	Alex withdrew himself and crossed his arms, tracing the outline of a lone spiderweb hanging daintily above Grace's crib, with its architect lowering itself towards the baby slowly, before zipping back up in a fright. Spiders were lucky. Everyone who feared them was too busy fending off far more dangerous intruders to pay them any mind. Alex should've known, his phobia of the little arachnids had nearly disappeared over the past year. There were worse things to obsessed over, like whether or not the next person he'd exchanged words with would try to slit his throat. Rowena assured everyone in the room that she was there to help, but Alex still held a reserved disposition around this newcomer.

	"I'll come with you, Walter," Alex offered immediately, pushing away from the splintered chair with both hands, his eyes fixated on the spider above Grace's crib, "You may want to kill the spider, Nikki. It may upset baby."