Alex sits smoking her cigarette thinking about the events of the day and night past. She wonders aloud "Is that Clay guy still here?" 

She mostly hopes he's gone, but there is a small part of her that wishes that he's still here. She doesn't really know why she has this desire, but she imagines that it's not good. He seems problematic and Alex doesn't want a repeat of... never mind. Bad thoughts. Too many of those lately...