Alex takes a second to absorb that. Steve Rogers. He knows that name: last Arena, he had done his civic duty and saved a police officer - or tried to save a police officer, because Alex hadn't realized he was dying anyway. Good citizen, nowhere near the top of Alex's priority list. The Soldier had surprisingly good choices in his associates, considering he seemed to be very good at precision killing.

"Understood," Alex finds that fair, turning to go. He hesitates, then shifts back, his chassis whirring. "Did you want me to pass on your location if I run into him?"