When the door opens, Alex stares blankly Dennett Norton like he's never met him before. The bonus is he doesn't slap him point-blank range like his wife: with Alex's strength, decapitating the doctor would've been a real possibility. The conversation wuld've been over before it started.
He stands there towering over Dennett, trying to work out if he's supposed to know him or this is another one of those Capitol peoplle trying to figure out what paint stytle they can stick on his chassis. Rig. Prosthetic. Alex isn't entirely sure which one it is and he's not entirely sure he wants to know, either. Anyway, this old guy looks reassuringly plain compared to District 5's Escort and the Stylist team, Alex a little bit more inclined to trust his opinion at this point.
"Yeah?" Alex doesn't let him in just yet. "Please don't tell me you're here to color coordinate this damn thing."
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He stands there towering over Dennett, trying to work out if he's supposed to know him or this is another one of those Capitol peoplle trying to figure out what paint stytle they can stick on his chassis. Rig. Prosthetic. Alex isn't entirely sure which one it is and he's not entirely sure he wants to know, either. Anyway, this old guy looks reassuringly plain compared to District 5's Escort and the Stylist team, Alex a little bit more inclined to trust his opinion at this point.
"Yeah?" Alex doesn't let him in just yet. "Please don't tell me you're here to color coordinate this damn thing."
He gestures at his suit.