Alex looked at Victoria quizzically, she didn't know that he knew about her ability, and he would prefer to keep it that way. But he had recognised what she could do early on. Her unusual behaviour, he irrational fear of seemingly random people and, of course, he could see them, too. In supernaturals, the sight was more common. There were a number of them who could recognise others immediately, in the old times, it was considered somewhat advantageous during times of conflict. Now, however, it was less useful, and more problematic.
His ability to spot other supernaturals further separated him from normalcy, and he wasn't exactly happy with being different. He normally stayed away from people in general, to avoid anyone finding him out, because that could be disastrous, but for some reason he was drawn to Victoria, even with the danger of her seeing him ever growing, he couldn't seem to leave her alone.
He stepped around the aquatic gentleman without a hint of knowing what he was, and walked back to Victoria. He put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him. 'You okay?' He asked, though he knew the truth, and he knew she would lie to him.