Alex stared blankly at him for all of five seconds. He was fourteen, he didn't need- but Mr. Hogan looked so damn determined, that Alex climbed on with a sigh, sheathing Grasscutter again.
It was a good thing he had, as soon he was tumbling off. He righted himself with a groan, hurrying after Hogan to grab his arm. "We don't have time, come on," he said hurriedly. Happy might have thought it was his job to protect him, but Hogan was the civillian here, not Alex.