[He's worried.]

[He's mad too, of course. He's always mad. In a place like this, with a morbid game so frustratingly arranged against him and the others, it's hard not to be.]

[But now, after that strange conversation with the dead, he's worried. "Sleeping with the enemy"? And Dojima, suddenly leaving him a note asking about Bigby Wolf, and whether he's innocent or not? He hadn't considered it. He had trusted everyone in his apartment, assumed that they were all allies, they were on his side...]

[But were they, really?]

[He briskly walks through the Complex, finally catching sight of who he's been looking for - he walks up and stops her in her stride by stepping in front of her, his expression twisted in a frown.]


Elizabeth. [He says, his voice low.] I...I need to talk to you

[He doesn't allow her much time to reply, since he lets out a sigh and speaks up again:]

I'm worried that Bigby Wolf might be staff.
[It isn't a good day for Alfendi. Then again, in this place, it's never a good day. At least it's peaceful and devoid of real life body parts (glass eye not counting, of course), but still, what with still being sick from the fountain water, and being stuck in a personality ever so ready to fight the world, things aren't going as well as Alfendi would've liked.]

[He's just sitting here in the cafeteria after a recent bout of vomiting, too sick to even consider even eating - currently he's just writing up a storm in his notebook, grumbling as he's jotting down lines of code. When he sees Guy enter he glowers at him through his mess of hair:]


What do you want? If you don't have anything to say, get lost.

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