Richard looked down, brow raising at the all too familiar voice of Alex Reagan. She was, shoeless, and looked exactly as one would expect her to look. Completely and stupidly at home in a place that more than anything else, probably didn't exist. Yet here she was, doing whatever she wanted; and what she wanted was to help with a harvest - and mock him for refusing the dirty his suitcoat by putting it down. "Would you prefer I removed it?" There's a tinge of amusement, knowing what the statement would do to her when she accidentally imagined it.