Alec mouths 'ganic?! as though he doesn't spew stupid Shadowhunters jargon constantly at people who wouldn't understand, before his attention gets promptly snatched back down to the bed frame where he feels the metal actually wiggle and creak apart at the middle support beam.

Finally, he's getting somewhere.

"Whatever you say," he scoffs like he definitely isn't buying it, and he thinks V's just making up an excuse. Not that he's mad about it, because he really doesn't think doing whatever the Mayor wants is a good idea. Especially if it seems really simple and easy.

No, instead he keeps trying to do things the hard way and grips the slightly loose piece that he found, puts his foot down on the adjoining part of the frame, and pulls his arm up with the same steady pressure that he uses to draw back his bow's string. The screw gives way with an unpleasant metal screech and a grunt of effort, old threads stripping as they pull free, and when Alec stands the rest of the way back up he's got himself a not-quite-crowbar.

Belatedly: "...What?" Wait, that wasn't in the note, the part about blending in. That was in his dream. "Why would you trust the— guy?" sure, "that stuck us here?"