Michael's eyes never left Alex from the moment the airman arrived. His genius mind taking in every little detail of the man before him, from his dress to his every minute movement. The alien took the beer, opened it and took a drink. The cool liquid was refreshing in a 'hair of the dog' kind of way. He could tell the soldier was a little nervous, so was he, but he was better at hiding it.
"Yeah it is," he smirked around the bottle at his lips. Michael could small talk all night long if Alex wanted. He didn't mind because it kept him here longer. "Not a cloud in the sky."