The last of the nasties falls, and for a moment there is little to break the silence but your collective panting in exertion and the mumbled curses of the woman on the slab.  Then Alex turns to regard her for a moment.<br/><br/>"Good to see you again, hon," he says.  "Thanks for saving my life.  Sorry about dumping your ass on my fuck-head in-laws because I couldn't stand being reminded of that brutal gang rape."<br/><br/>She flinches, even as her eyes flash angrily at him.<br/><br/>"What the fuck are you doing in Cortez, anyway?  You were stuck in Cameron last I knew."<br/><br/>"Imprisoned, you mean," she spits back at him, venom in every syllable.  "And don't start with me, boy!"<br/><br/>He glances at Irina, a bit of a blush crossing his cheeks, before shrugging and moving away.<br/><br/>"One of you can let her loose, if you want," he says, his voice soft.  Too soft.  Too quiet.  "I'm going back outside.  Getting some air."