Alejandro wasn't very aware of the family that Orla was suddenly faced with. Even though he was aware of Kathryn being...around. Something he knew of. The tenuous relationship between the step-sisters and a large part of him felt the bigger need to step in and act like a middle man between the two of them rather than allow Orla to suffer through that alone. The only thing he could really do was be there for her. It was easy for him to manage his own 'family'. Cal and Sandy would listen to him regardless and the others would follow if they believed he had anything else to say. Regardless of the fact that it looked like he'd turned on them.
He couldn't bring himself to walk down the hallway to his room, however. Not today. Passing by Calvin with the idea that he had gone out and brought in one of their own. The one that had gotten away felt like a personal betrayal of his own making. He felt heavy for the most part, a feeling that hovered over him even when they were taken because he had assured himself that everything would be 'just fine'. He was sure everything would be fine but that was more like a lie than anything else right now.
He squeezed her hand a little as he followed Orla inside, moving to sit on the end of her bed and relaxing for the first time in twenty-four hours. "If that's what I look like then I feel a lot worse. If that's at all possible." He smiled, something a little more empty. "I'm going to state the obvious...but we need to get out of this place."