Alex hums as he considers the question and straightens out some of the displays on the table for something to do with his hands. After a moment his hands still on the tabletop, the fingers of his left hand drumming once against the flat surface. Then once more.

"There's a strange lack of medical history paperwork at the hospital, for such an insular town." Is what he finally tells Danny in a deceptively light tone. A product of his antsiness while he was stuck in the hospital earlier in the week and his nearly genetic predisposition towards unnecessarily sticking his nose into things. And honestly, it doesn't even have to mean something, there are bulky computers in nearly every office so there's a chance this hospital is simply a bit more modern with their data entry, except..........

"And the entire floor of the Psychiatric ward was locked off with a numbered key pad. Oh! And the staff room coffee is honestly terrible."