[ Alec doesn't stop his climb up the stairs, but that isn't to say her words have no impact. His shoulders hitch up, shaking almost imperceptibly - and then he laughs like a rusty hinge, quiet and creaking. ]

Seriously?

[ His amusement isn't mocking, at least as far as he's thought it through. He's just tickled by the concept that he counts as too kind to the girl who's carrying his stuff after he twisted her nerves like spaghetti and yanked. ]

Sure. And yeah, really.

[ He could point out there's nothing it in for him if he spreads her secret around, or make a crack about wanting to see what happens the first time someone fucks with her, but he's not in a mood to mess with her further. The truth is that he just doesn't have any compelling reason to share her secret, so he won't. Call it parahuman solidarity, or more accurately, not wanting to be fucking bothered with unknown future fallout. ]

This floor, left. You know, not that it's any of my business, but you should maybe check if people will keep their mouths shut before you tell them deep dark secrets next time.