[@Mimic][@Overlord24]

Watching as the man woke up, Alex sat still, waiting for him to speak. He propped himself up on his arm and looked down, assessing the situation. His hand moved to rest upon hers as he spoke with a voice that was soft and warm, deep and inviting. "Sorry, and thank you." Alex remained silent, but she smiled at him, and nodded. Leaning against the headboard an interesting look crossed his face, as he realized that he might have been a bit awkward. He removed his hand from hers and into his lap, and Alex blushed a bit realizing that it was, in fact, a bit awkward. She quickly averted her gaze, looking towards the floor and realizing that the Other Alex was in the doorway. 

[i]'Where the hell did he come from,'[/i] the confusion didn't stop there. "Alex, I think that's the Mimic." His hand was grazing the hilt of his sword. "You might want to take a large step back before it wakes up." Alex stood up and took a step to the side, as to block their view of each other. "Alex, go downstairs. You have no business being' 'ere. If he proves to be difficult, it's my job to take care of it." Her eyes flashed purple and she intently stared him down, threatening him for the second time that day. "Now, I don't want any trouble now, ya 'ere?"

Mimic or not, this man needed to rest and didn't need this annoying little bugger bothering him.