When Caine quickened his pace, Billy figured he'd been made. Or something had spooked the man. He wasn't exactly being as careful s he should have been. And since this was nothing more than curiosity, he followed into the alley. He halted a few steps in, though quickly he spots why the man wasn't anywhere ahead of him.

His head tilted, eyeing the weapon. He'd seen what he thought was everything the world had on offer for handheld firearms. But that was unlike anything he'd seen before. Much like the man's boots. "You can put your weapon down," Billy drawled, his Scottish accent still thick after so many years in the states. He held his hands up, palms out in surrender. "I'm not here to hurt you."