That would help, yeah. Alex didn't think it'd be so easy as hoping Dennet had some magic fingers. The whole billion-dollar science/lab thing was way out of Alex's pay-grade: you ask him to bust some weapons and drugs deals and sure, he could totally do that. Had the scumbag thug cover down. Looking at a dead body without puking? Can do that too. But this whole Star Trek thing is just way over his head, Alex deflating at Norton's gentle "no" without realizing it.

"Crap," Alex mutters. He puts that aside, focusing on his handler. "Okay. I'll be back in two seconds, just...just keep an eye out?"

He's a little worried that Norton might get himself killed in the meantime by being too trusting.

Alex pivots away and moves to check out the bathroom, making his rounds. So far he's not picking up any signs of snakes or lizards. Just a humidity that's making him sweat in the chassis and wish Norton had put some damn A/C in here. He comes back after a few minutes.

"Looks safe for now. Unless it's Clara or me or anyone else you trust, I wouldn't open that door."