At some point, Alex would mention that she and Peter (magical cop from London who was definitely not Harry Potter) had a conversation where they both bonded over their hate of x-files jokes. Her wanting to believe would always be one of them. Especially after she had gone from casually maybe believing to flat out admitting that at this point, she did believe in what was going on around them, and when she remembered the demon in her bedroom, she was definitely going to add that to the pile of reasons that she believed, even if he didn't.

But then there was Strand in all of his asshole glory, and Alex just laughed and shook her head. Of course he would be like this when all of the cards were out on the table, and she didn't know why she would have expected any less of him being as smug as he could be. "You know, Richard," Alex said in an amused voice by way of warning. "You're quite lucky that I love you sometimes."

Otherwise she might end up being one of the people who hit him in his supremely punchable and smug face. But for now she just grinned and shook her head. "Of course I'm not saying no. Let's be honest here, even if you ended up staying in one of the dorms, I'd be over pretty much constantly." At least she expected so, even if there wasn't a sense of apocalyptic urgency that was driving them to need to solve things here.