"Thanks." Alex massages his right temple, trying to get the sustained pain to ebb, and smiles gratefully. He checks his pockets and frowns thoughtfully. "I have some money, so. I could buy some, I guess. I don't want to use up your stuff - you might need it later."

That, and he'd inevitably need more aspirin later, so it was more economical to just buy a bottle and call it good. His parents had the Advil locked out of his reach for a reason; given half a chance he'd treat it like Pez. Straightening up, he tries to look less like he's in midst of a migraine than he actually is. "If you don't mind showing me the way, I'd really appreciate that."