Oh goddamnit. Knew this whole shebang was too good to be true. He pretends to ignore them, at first - Max said this whole thing should be behind them by now, so that means he doesn't have any reason to pick a fight with a red-eyed...thing walking around in the skin of a kid. Doesn't mean he has to like it, though.

The glint of a very familiar knife in their hand catches his attention soon enough, despite his best intentions. Took it off his corpse, did they? Figures. At least he wasn't attached to thing.

A stupid part of him hopes that they'll just leave it at that, but nooooo they've got to come at him with that creepy-as-all-fuck smirk, grinning like a cat that's just cornered a particularly juicy mouse for the taking. Alex swings around, training the camera directly on them as they approach. Who cares if the picture's fuzzy? If all else fails, he can pop this up on the network in the hopes that it'll inspire someone else to take the kid out.