Alex looks right at him and there's no flicker of recognition. He wonders briefly if he's supposed to know him but, wracking his memory between waking up in the suit, the Capitol's idea of a doctor looking at him, and walking out to the car that night, he's got nothing.

At least he can focus on the "what's wrong"?

"I keep...uh, I keep seeing things here," Alex points at his eyes. "Like error messages and whatever. Can you get rid of them? It's distracting."

And then get him out of this rig but he'll start with this first.