Alexi didn't put the bottle down, but he did stop closing with Fitz.  He crossed his arms over his chest, keeping the heavy glass container in his hand.  He looked over at Ysabel, and shrugged slightly.  "Okay, Gerald of the poor fashion choices, I suppose we can go with you to see someone who's lying about being a factory manager in Belarus.  But I'll only go if she goes."  He looked over at the woman in the room- they might as well stick together, if everything was as sideways as it seemed.