He's about a conspicuous as they come - making a direct beeline to the men who had just left. They see him coming, and with eyes wide they scurry off, down an alley way. He doesn't hesitate to follow them, and it's in the shadows of that very alley that he sense someone following him.

His shoulders tense, but he stays the course, torn between running after the idiots (who have already booked it around the corner) and confronting the presence behind him. It doesn't seem very friendly, and he wonders if he could just...go back to his hotel.

Take a nap.

Go back to Europe.

With a sigh, he knows that isn't a choice for him and he stops abruptly, whipping around to confront his shadow.

"You wanna tell me what's going on?" He says...to nothing he can see. Shit, this hellhole is pitch black. Can't see nothin'.