Noticing the girls, Alex turned and then stood. "Can I help you?" he asked, his tone slightly cool towards Angelica. He wasn't upset over being interrupted though, they were all adults and he knew he would not be interrupted for something frivolous. The girl with Angelica wasn't someone he recognized which meant...she was a new arrival. Well. This was not a good day for arrivals.
When the girl spoke Spanish, Alex's eyes rose. His birth mother was Hispanic, though he didn't look like what people expected with his blond hair and slightly darker beard. His birth father had blond hair, he'd been told. Despite being Hispanic himself though, he didn't speak Spanish, he'd studied Latin. "Hola," he began, his Bostonian accent not lending itself well to Spanish at all, "Padre Alessandro Callahan," he introduced himself. He knew that much anyways.