Well, Damon wouldn't have put it that dramatically. Alex just seems very on edge, very paranoid, very shoot-first-ask-questions-later. He can't read everything off of him, but he can tell.

"Okay." He lifts up his hands in acquiescence. "Obviously, I don't want freaky mind shit to spread so no more questions."

He's really no detective. "You might want a drink or something though. You're back in Wonderland."

For whatever that's worth.