Alex has been wandering around, doing something sort of similar to Conan. He's got brochures in his pocket, along with a handheld notebook where he's jotted down some of his own observations. Unlike Conan, however, he tends to be shy around people he perceives as being around the same age as him. If Conan hadn't said hi, Alex wouldn't have. He's a loser. He knows that, and he's made his peace with it, kind of.

At the same time, though, he's fairly new himself, and he knows how weird it is to just pop in here. So despite his usual reluctance to talk to other kids, he stops and smiles, a little nervously. "Um, I can try? I haven't been here long. But maybe I can. What's wrong?"