"Uh huh." She won't press if he doesn't want to talk about it - she definitely wouldn't want to talk about it - but she knows a panic attack when she sees one. He wasn't just caught up in breathing exercises, he's got the same problem she's been told she has, that post-traumatic thing. Which makes her curious.

Alex isn't out to make new friends. So far, she's even kept her distance from the other members of the pack. But right now she's bored, and whether she likes to admit it or not, she's a little bit lonely. This guy is nice so far, and he could be kind of interesting, so she decides to keep talking to him instead of walking away.

"Isn't that breakfast?" She pulls out what's left of her sandwich. "I'd offer you some, but, uh." There's no milk or juice in the bag. She forgot to buy anything to drink. "I think I have to go back to the store."