[ Oh, for fuck's sake. Amos grits his teeth and clenches his fists for a second, taking some weight off his injured leg. ]

Did he do something? Yeah, he fucking did something. When I was feeling weird, I let it slip that I slept with Clara, yeah? Didn't think anything of it. And now I find out that he's turned around and went to her, asking her about her intentions towards me.

[ Amos squares his shoulders, looking straight at Alex as he points out towards the upper decks. ]

Who the fuck does he think he is, that he'd go and do that? Why the fuck would he do that? Why would he care? I can assure you, I am not the unhinged one, in this situation.