[Alex has a glass of the clear, alcoholic liquid that can be found everywhere and doesn't have nearly enough of an effect as well as a stack of books. He stops, blinking, when he sees her. Both because, well, she sure looks like an alien, and because she's pointing out the building he just ran into is not really on fire. Which, obviously it isn't. Why would he go in if it were actually burning?]

Oh yeah, I figured that out fuck ago. More annoying is these books don't seem to be real either. What the hell am I supposed to read around here? [He puts down the pile and his glass on an end table, and holds up the top book, showing the nonsense words inside.] See? What kind of garbage lorem ipsum hell is this?