[ His expression is bland, at best, since he is mildly surprised one so young has already found themselves committing crimes. Normally, this would be where a person thinks how they should not judge others, but Alexander judges. At least, his judgement is quiet. ]

Something nasty.

[ He breathes hard out of his nose, but nods. There is something nasty that has nearly been his end. However, that entity does not feel like it has followed him to wherever he finds himself now.

This he knows purely because he does not feel it. That building sensation that creeps in the back of his head. So whilst he feels unfortunately grounded in the world, at least he is free from one terrifying thing. ]

I shall do my best not to slow you down. [ A small tip of his head. ] I am Alexander of Brennenburg. Let us continue to survive, miss.