Alex watches her, letting her walk away a distance. He sighs, resigning himself to what he has to do now.

"I don't need you to tell me." At that moment, Alex swings his arm at Sheeana, and the pronged end launches at her, tethered to a thick, black tentacle connected to his arm. All he had to do was let it grab her, pull her in, and consume her. All too familiar.