"I'm Alex. Alex Reagan," it's reflexive for the words to come back with a smile even if he's dismissive of her. Because she's not offended, not really. There's too many interesting things to learn to be offended by someone being a jerk to her. "And some of it's based off of the research that... Well, the other me had done here. But she was fixated on demons, and I'm not." There may be a little bit of defensiveness in her voice about that, but Alex isn't going to take the time to unpack it. "But there's things about how often people leave, and how they arrive. If they do anything big before they end up just 'going home' if that's where they do go. And I mean it seems like they do, I guess. But there doesn't seem to be any proof of it other than anecdotal evidence."

For a moment, she just pauses, and then she flips to a different page. "You know, she was here for a year, but according to her medical data, she was still biologically the same age. Which should be impossible just from what I've read on cellular regeneration."