Alex let out a small chuckle when the other woman came around to join them with a simple "Hi". His smile didn't linger for long, however.<br/><br/>When Jenna introduced herself, Alex opened his mouth and closed it again, feeling that his introduction would have sounded strange given the circumstances.<br/><br/>"I'm Alex," he said after a brief moment of hesitation. "Wish we could have all met somewhere better." His eyes darted around the ceiling, his mouth slightly curved with distaste.<br/><br/>He nodded at the suggestion to moved towards the kitchen. "Yeah, it seems like our only real option right now," he muttered almost underneath his breath. The lack of freedom felt oppressively restricting to him and was already making him feel slighly irritated.<br/><br/>He walked at a rapid pace, not because he wanted to be ahead, but because it was his natural pace for walking. Though he did admimt he held a small shred of curiosity to what the Puppeteer had in store for them at the kitchen.<br/><br/>Once they arrived, he saw it wasn't anything that seemed particularly remarkable. It seemed like an ordinary kitchen, with a dining table looking like it was halfway set up for dinner. Alex caught the warm, rich smell of pie wafting in the air.<br/><br/>The one strange thing was the girl. There was a girl with a red gown there, looking at them as they entered. She was blonde and pretty, but Alex felt strangely apprehensive. There was an aura about her that creeped him out.<br/><br/>He crossed his arms. "Who are you?" he asked, trying to maintain a friendly tone to his voice rather unsuccessfully.