Alex has that two second pause where it becomes more obvious than he'd like that Norton hit something on the head, something he hadn't even told Clara. It'd been in the back of his mind ever since he woke up and couldn't pry off the panels. When he realized he could be stuck like this. Now it's becoming the stark reality.

"How much is left?" Alex's voice doesn't squeak out, but it comes close. He feels a little bad picking on some random guy who, from the sound of it, did save his life. At the same time, he wants answers. "This isn't real, is it?"

He holds up his left arm, the hand that looks like it's armored instead of skin and bone.