To start off, Alex took a deep breath, trying to let the headache he felt calm down. Carrying someone for a half-hour running, while said person was screaming, and there is an all-out brawl, all leads to a pounding headache. So, he wasn't able to respond to the kid's comments right away. By the time Alan's crack against Garret slipped out, his head felt better enough for him to let an amused smirk form. Although, he sighed and realized he had to step in immediately when the kid started apologizing and begging for mercy.<span style="font-style: italic">'Kid needs to have a bit more confidence.'</span><br/><br/>"Hey, kid, calm down," the courier told. "He's not going to hurt you, if he knows what's good for him. He hits you, I shoot him." He was exaggerating, only a little though. Garret isn't exactly his favorite person right now, mostly because he tried to skip out on playing and then acted like he wasn't. He would have shrugged it off if he admitted to it, he<span style="font-style: italic">might</span>eventually forgive him if he succeeded. But trying, and then attempting to play it off? Nah, not letting this go for a while. "Now, let's back up a bit. First off, why would you think what happened back there was your fault? From where I was standing, looked a hell of a lot like Girien deciding he was going to be an ass," he started off calmly. "Second point, sorry, I haven't seen a kid like that."