He was halfway across the road when he heard the calls, and that alone made him pause. There was no real urgency to that tone. No hysterical sobbing or breaking to his voice. It sounded slightly calculated. Like he wasn't used to playing victim. Like a play was what it was. He took a few more steps, shaking his head left and right to put himself in the right state of mind. Australian accent. He had a plethora of accents and languages at his disposal, having learned them in many crash courses with painful retaliation if he failed to master these abilities in the allotted time. Stepping into the alley, Reese cleared his throat to make his presence known. "Mate, you're in the wrong place at the wrong time and doing a mighty terrible job at actin'." He stopped far enough away to keep a relatively safe distance. What was this guy? Some kind of undercover cop? What kind of cop would let himself get caught? There was no way he had any weapons on him or he'd have used them before Reese had shot.

Shaking away the idea and sighing, Reese crossed his arms, looking down a the men at the stranger's feet. "You here on business?" He asked, and if the man was what Reese thought he was, he'd know what Reese meant.