"Hey, assholes, how about you two shut the fuck up? Because you're both fucking liars." Alex's hands glowed red for a moment, before he forced himself to calm down. He shot Claire a look. He didn't care if she wanted him to back down--she might not remember, but he did.

"First off, it was closer to two weeks. Second, if you don't tell her the truth, eventually, I swear to fucking God I'll give you the worst migraines of your life. Or I'll melt your faces off, depending on my control level." Which was at dangerous levels of 'low' right now.

Moving to shove Topher hard (hoping to push him into Wheatley), he crossed back over to Claire. "Whatever. I'll tell you what I know, later." Out of hearing of them, out of their own spin. She could take it for whatever it was. "And I'll destroy that thing for you, too."