Alex knows that this is the second most used airport in Europe. She'd flown into it and out of it more than a few times and each time it's been practically a constant group of moving and breathing crowds. There shouldn't be any places where it's thin, and Alex knows that. Just like how she knows that the anticipatory feeling in the air is something that isn't good at all.

To Alex, it almost feels like walking into some sort of movie set. People playacting at being characters that should be traveling at an airport. This entire thing feels wrong, and yet she doesn't make any move to stop because Richard doesn't. Instead she just stays at pace with him, chewing on her lip as they pass one group and then another, and then another each one acting as something that they'd have to go back through in order to get the hell out of the airport.

It's not something that's lost on her that the two of them are being lead deeper into the airport.

"What do you mean?" Her voice is soft as she looks to the man there. The man who is alone in a place where no one ever is alone. "Who is it?"