Alex was almost convinced that he spent a majority of his life sustaining some sort of injury. Nonetheless, he was in a better mood than most nights. Even after the incident with the man (being held now), there was a strange buoyancy about the man. He was off for the night and glad for it, glad that he was free to do whatever he wanted. Glad that, for once, doing whatever he wanted did not equate to returning to his apartment and staring into space pensively for a few hours before he managed to get to sleep.

So he found himself (still) slightly limping up to the counter of Redgrove's one and only coffee shop, a local owned little cafe rather than a Starbucks, and ordering himself some sort of latte or another. He threw in a mocha somewhere and hoped for the best, ignoring the cashier's slightly astonished look at his mangled face. Without a word, he called out the order and everyone behind the counter went to work.

While he waited for his coffee, Alex glanced around the small cafe. There were only a few other people in there, all ignoring him in favor of each other or their laptops (one woman in particular was typing furiously, ignoring everything else save for her cooling coffee). It was only when his order was called that someone new came in, and the skinwalker collected his latte and risked a scalding sip, pleased to find that it was palatable. And, just because he was feeling affable for the moment, he flashed a smile to the new customer, hoping that it might brighten their day just a bit.