Alexander made it a point long ago to know when someone was paying a point of interest to him as he moved through his own business. In pretending to need a bit more time to tinker with his MID, he used the opportunity to cast a look to the young man who was clearly observing him. It was a familiar face, but there was not the same strength of presence nor the upright obvious stubborn righteousness.

Interesting. How many 'familiar' faces were there on this rig?

He hid his interest on that very subject as he dropped his MID to his lap and offered a warm smile to the Steve-Rogers-look-alike. The voice was much the same; was this a clone? No, something about different timelines and worlds being breached by the Ingress. It was quite fascinating; Doctor Zola might even have found interest in such a phenomenon.

"Oh yes, exactly as is, young man. With so little in the way of personal belongs, it would be such a shame to waste the memories that they bring." He folded his hands in his lap where he was seated. "Very kind of you to help, son. What's your name so I can give you proper thanks?" And look up information on the look-alike.