*Stepping out from behind the trash mound, and tripping himself as he does, Alex tries to peer through the smog for anybody else, but eventually gives up*

Worry not, little brothers; thou has nothing to worry about.

*He coughs hard, then uses his good non-dislocated arm's hand to pick an angry, writhing bee from under his tongue*

You are in horrorshow good company...unfortunate as that may be. You...look to be in a malenky bit of a...predicament.