Alex sits there, starting at the floor, as if transfixed. He doesn’t really know what to do besides wait…wait until something happens. Unless they were just being left here to starve to death…or kill each other. He has a knife with him, if someone were to be in misery and beyond saving even if Juliet were here…he could just….end it for them to stop the pain. Not that he wants to or that he’s going to kill anyone or himself, but if it came down to it…
Ana watches both Elijah, who’s going between watching a wall, to Alex, to her, to the Alexis’ present, to scanning everyone else in the room anxiously, and Alex, concerned, even though she’s sure she looks pissed off. Which she is also. “What the fuck is even going on?!” Ana shouts out, completely and utterly overwhelmed.