Ooooh, whatever that noise was, it didn't sound good. Wait, it was his name, being spoken by a voice he sort of knows. Maybe he knew it once, but this whole plasmid business put a good sudden stop to that. He growls under his breath. After meeting mirror!Alex, he doesn't want anything at all to do with normal Alex, so he tries to ignore it for a while, but the sound of his voice is so viscerally terrifying to begin with...

Something nags at him. He knows that sort of voice. S'been a while, but he knows what that means. If he could just remember...?

Slowly he works his way over to the closet, pulling out a baseball bat. No, two baseball bats, and then he stands there feeling silly about dual-wielding baseball bats and chucks one back into the closet. "I'm kind of busy," he calls out carefully, trading the wood bat for an aluminum one now, just as indecisive as always. Jesus fuck, J, just fucking pick a bat, this is ridiculous.