The only word out of that that Alex gets is havoc. He's good at that, although he isn't really sure that's what Felix means unless he has a desire to see everyone in this room dead. So he follows, and keeps his mouth shut, taking stock of the room and its occupants.

The environment is so different from post-apocalyptic Manhattan that he can't help staring at bit, not so much at the people as at the architecture, and the fact that people actually cook things over fire instead of using a stove. Having fire inside a building without people panicking is new on him, too, and he looks at the torches and fire pit cautiously.

The tavern owner gets his attention though. "Hunting supplies?" he repeats, not having expected that. Alex thought this was just like a restaurant, a place to eat instead of buying weapons.