Amos frowns, his other hand coming up to steady Alex at the shoulders. Is he hypoxic? Feverish?

"What the hell, man, what's going on? Why wouldn't the others be okay?"

Amos leans closer, trying to look straight into Alex's eyes just to gauge what exactly is going on, if he's sick, or if something happened, anything that would trigger this sort of behavior. Alex is usually a calm and collected kinda guy, ready to throw them into the most dangerous maneuvers without breaking a sweat.

So why is he now?

"What happened?"