"Heh." A journalist was always a journalist, Alex thought, and though Bast didn't seem to be the flighty type, he didn't trust anyone with a sharp pencil and limber enough fingers to conduct a gossip column that was slowly ruining people's lives one by one. He wasn't a fan, but he also didn't get involved. "The only gossip rag I want is the one I can use to wipe my-- Hey!"
He bent down and spotted what seemed to be a telephone for emergencies only. It was behind a glass case. In a moment of self-fulfilling destinies, Alex stood up, turned around and with one swift back kick had shattered the glass case... only to find a handle that could have easily been pulled and opened without having to smash it all to pieces. "Well... so much for my Macgyver moment." It was more like an Inspector Gadget moment. At least Bast knew who Macgyver was. There was some positive thinking in that.
Alex picked up the phone and tried some buttons. "I get nothing. I think it's dead. Something must have happened with the power." And for all his grand water-based powers, the only thing he could do was flood the place. And he didn't think Bast would much appreciate that. Forget that it only made matters worse.