Alexander hadn't noticed the dirt that covered the rest of the young man, or if he had he clearly didn't care, moving close to Aiden in the car and passing him a bottle of water that he took from some cool-compartment hidden away in the limo's leather interior. "Have a drink. It'll help with the smoke inhalation." He said gently.
The drive to the offices of the ACDN hardly took very long, perhaps because the roads away from the sudden accident were empty, while evening traffic was already building in that direction. The limo stopped outside the front doors and Alexander once more let the young man out. "You'll get front-page, no doubt, on the early edition."