[Alex watches the unfamiliar man, not failing to notice that the gun is still out but that it's not yet pointing at him. A plus, without question, in the Were's eyes. His gaze darts from the weapon to the man, taking in the tension in his body and noting it as unmistakably similar to his own.

Forcibly, he makes himself relax, easing the tension from his own shoulders and neck and shifting a bit so he looks less likely to spring or bolt. He knows the gun is still there and recognizes the threat it poses, but nothing will come of a conversation if he doesn't talk to the man.

At the stranger's answer, Alex shakes his head once.]

There isn't a way out of here... well, not the barracks literally, but out of the Keep grounds. Did you read the journal that was on your bedside table?