Alejandro figured the best thing he got out of this was actual shirts instead of robes and trench coats that he would hide his wings under while he was in public. Or neon 90s mesh shirts that had no backs to them but they were a comfortable fit. Actual shirts that he could wear, designed just for him. It was the only thing that he had going for him right now. The other parts. Having to tell the others that he was going to go get Paige and bring her into the place they were all captive in. Dealing with that judgement and knowing that it was pretty damning to him for the trust they had. Alejandro sat in the back, in silence for the most part with an annoyed look on his face when he watched Marshall fuss with his side arm. Alejandro tried not to hide the snide smile on his face regardless. "I hid for twenty something years and I have twenty foot wings. I wouldn't put too much hope in your program's tracking skills."
Alejandro looked between both the men, folding his arms in front of his chest while trying not to make his expression look more like a petulant child. He was used to it. The teenage eye rolls when something was said that they didn't agree on. He cleared his throat for a moment before looking both of them up and down. "Look less like men from the cover of GQ or G-Men, but since neither of you got that going for you. It's probably better that I take point in all of this." He stepped out, cringing to himself a little as he looked between the both of them.
He quietly hoped they weren't successful with finding her. "It probably would be smart to point out now, it would've been easier to find her if we had Sandy with us. She could create a mental link between us all, easier to get her to come out." Alejandro started moving, not taking flight like he wanted to. He wasn't sure the two of them would've been able to keep up with him if he did that. "Don't look so anxious, homie." He side-eyed Mike for a moment. "She's a twenty year old girl, you're ten foot tall and a Greek god. I think you could take her."