In a pilot's seat, Alex could take anything. Even if they were seconds from death, he was still in control. Even responsible for the lives of his family, he could deal with it, because he could do something about it. This wasn't like that. This was madness, and it terrified him.

His eyes are wild, and he is definitely, definitely not okay, though he manages to focus his gaze on Amos after a few seconds.

"I don't know," He admits, and it's almost helpless. "I don't know, Amos, I don't know if I'm goin' mad or if they did somethin' to me or - But I couldn't stop it, and I couldn't do anythin', I couldn't even get my fingers to work my comm--"