Despite everything else that was going on, and it was truly horrific, Alex couldn't deny that the things Katherine's kind of vampire could do? Was fucking cool. The healing, the compulsion. Really, pretty damn awesome.
But admiration could wait for later. The girl was going to survive and not be traumatized for life, and that just left a possibly traumatized Hal to deal with.
Alex crouched down next to him, and at the mention of his hands, grabbed them in hers. "Hey. Hey. Look at me. Don't look at it, just look at me, okay? Focus on me. It's not futile, Hal. It's not, because I say it's not, and have you met me, I am the most stubborn Scot that ever existed. Really, I make that historically inaccurate Braveheart look like a complete pushover. And I say that this isn't futile."
There was a grim determination in her eyes, the same glare she had given the devil himself, because as far as she was concerned, the him was as much an enemy as Hatch had been. And right now? Right now she was fucking pissed at Vincent, and that deep anger gave her that same fiery attitude as the devil.
"Okay. Here's what we're going to do. I am going to rentaghost you upstairs, strip your damn clothes off, and throw your English arse in the shower. Possibly a cold one. We're going to get every trace of blood off you, right the fuck now. Then you're going to have a cup of tea and listen to some Radio 4 podcast and I am going to clean up this mess out here." A plan of action. Yes.
"Questions? Comments?" Her tone left no room for argument even if he wanted to have one. "I love you, Hal. I do. We'll get through this."