[Alex laughs weakly.] I've found that they seldom do... equal opportunity hazards.

[He's uncertain how bad his forehead must look, but it feels like it's no longer bleeding; which is a plus. The downside is that head wounds bleed like hell so Alex is fairly certain he looks rather like bell himself; he was already a pretty fair of skin and his hair was a ridiculously pale white blond, so he probably looked like death warmed over.]

Honest, I'm not trying to make it out as nothing, but I'm lycanthrope and I heal fast. It's more a mess than anything, I think...

[When Newt offers him a hand up, Alex grabs it securely and let's the other boy help him to his feet. Pulling his backpack over one shoulder, he casts a quick look around the wreck of a shuttle before focusing on getting the hell out of it.

He'll keeps his attention equally split between their path and Newt himself, ready to grab for him if he needs it.]