Alec has been staring at his blank canvas since the beginning, not seeming to want to move. One arm is crossed under him and he holds a glass of ...whatever the hell it is--in the other as he stares. Whenever Cortez comes over to him he gives her a look so that she goes away again and then continues to fix his beady eyes on the blank canvas. On occasion you may see him touch a dry brush to the white before immediately taking it away again and scowling.

This...is not his field.