Alex was, currently, an unintentional menace. The magic that accosted him as he stepped through the gate left him dressed with 100% more wings and 100% less shirt than he would have expected. The outfit and mask were nothing he would have ever chosen for himself, and the wings in particular were a problem. He'd poked more than a few people with them.

Finnick is his next unintentional victim. Sorry for the face full of glittery wings. At least it's accompanied by a quick and profuse. "Sorry, so sorry. These things are ridiculous. I'll be lucky if I don't take out someone's eye." Given that they met on text, Alex has no idea that this is the guy he's spoken too, yet at least.