Richard doesn't hesitate. Of course Richard doesn't hesitate, even if he knows this may very well be cornering themselves. But the strangers - the strange hunters - have their backs to them, and there are only three.

He nods at Alec, and moves towards the alley - after his... friend.

Once inside the alley, he presses against the wall, so he can see a little with as little chance to be seen as possible. His hand reaches up, touching, barely, Alec's lips. Quiet.

The other hand was on the sword's hilt.