[Alex knows him, and she knows how he looks with his armor locked up, and this is a level of armor that she's not seen in a while. Not since he got back from Charlie maybe? Before? It'd been a long time, because he's keeping every bit of Richard from himself right now, and he's armed entirely in the asshole persona of Dr. Strand, with three phds from Yale including the one that tells you what a fuck up you are.

She catches the phone when he threw it, and she slides her finger across it, keeping one eye on him and the other eye on what he's got open because if it's important enough for him to be Strand right now, then there's no doubt that it's directly on top, all of his evidence already to be presented and used to discount anything that she may have in rebuttal.

As soon as she sees it's Rey, Alex just frowns. Oh. This isn't going to be good, and she knows it as soon as she reads it. The frown only deepens, and a line of anger appears in her forehead as it turns into a scowl because well... what the fuck, Rey?. Then she deliberately closes the phone and sighs.]

I haven't talked about you to anyone since we talked about it, Richard. I told you I wouldn't. I talked to Rey about you months ago. Months. Two months before you even showed up, when I didn't think you'd ever come! I had know idea when I told her that you kept disappearing that she'd go around and do this. But it's true, you did.