Were she still alive, Alex would have been breathing a sigh of relief at the news about Peter and Jerry. Not that they had hurt someone, because that, obviously, sucked, but the absolute proof that Hal hadn't done it.
In terms of helping the girl, Alex was the most useless one there. She didn't have healing blood, couldn't do a damn thing, couldn't even rentaghost with someone still alive. All she could do was stand there and watch the situation, her own eyes still locked with Hal's. Because she couldn't look away, couldn't break that gaze, not when he was looking at her like that.
And asking that question.
Had she believed him?
Logically, yes, she had. Too much didn't add up, the doorbell, the sloppiness of it, the lack of blood in his mouth. But that hadn't stopped the flash of doubt in her mind for a moment. Just a moment, yes, but still there nonetheless.
"I believe you," she nodded slightly, before she knelt down next to them all, leaning over to kiss Hal, just lightly. But without any hesitation, knowing there was no blood in his mouth or on his lips. "Believed." She also added that with emphasis. "Last time, I didn't, and that was my mistake, I won't do that again."
Even if she had doubted. Just for a moment.
Still. Other things.
"Do you need anything?" She still held Hal's gaze, but turned her body more towards Katherine. "And then, I'm bloody finding Peter fucking Vincent. Okay, so can't kill him, blah blah blah, but he's single now anyway, not like he still needs his balls. Physical balls. He clearly already lacks any metaphorical ones." Because god, she was going to rip them off and make him eat them. She was a ghost. She couldn't be killed. And if she went Poltergeist on his arse, he wouldn't stand a chance.