[ Yeah. Yeah, it's what he's thinking of. How can he not?

He just keeps picturing Julie's room in the Blue Falcon and wanting to throw up again. ]

How the hell do we know? It works different every damn time. [ He feels sick, he feels sick and he's wavering a little, even with Amos' fingers still pressed into his throat. When the man pulls back, Alex lets his own hand drop.

He gives Amos a worried glance. ]

You think I might be - [ He can't find a word for what Clara is. He tries again. ] You think my blood would do the same thing?