She's mentioned Hellie before, and the grief is no less intense this time than it was then. He frowns as he listens, gently tightening the grip on her hand. He doesn't know what Fentanyl is, but obviously it's some kind of drug. There's a sort of outrage that rises up in Alex as she speaks, and he feels it pressing against the insides of his ribs, like it'll burst out of him and rip him open with it. He isn't sure what to say, here, so he says nothing, just nods a little, like he understands what she's saying. He does, a little. Losing your friend and then having someone — the cops, maybe? — come take her body away for the city to deal with... That had to have been terrifying and infuriating.