Watch it-- Jesus! [He shuffles forward with a low, frustrated grunt, but it's as if his feet are made of lead; he'll move, alright, but he has no intention of making it quick. He'll take his sweet ass time, thanks.

But with each step, he becomes visibly more agitated, shoulders more tense as he pauses every time another car whizzes by. It feels terribly like he's being led to a firing squad, despite the fact that he knows he's totally innocent. ...With this, at least. They gotta have some kind of justice system here, right? They can't just throw him in jail without a trial or whatever, can they? Ugh...

You know what? No, fuck this. When he reaches the end of the alley, right before stepping out onto the street, he stops and turns to face Severus again, crossing his arms and refusing to budge. His ears are ringing, sure, but this is crap.]

Come on, man, this is like the biggest waste of time ever. I don't even know what happened over there, I didn't do shit! I'm like-- I'm like a bystander, or whatever. You know, wrong place wrong time? I didn't even see anything!

[He's getting the very distinct sinking feeling this guy doesn't give even an iota of a fuck whether he's actually responsible or not, but he really, really doesn't wanna deal with cops and so he'll suck it up and plead his case. ...He eyes the street anyway, though, trying to remember what the layout is; worst case scenario, he'll bounce.

He's skinny and young, he can outrun this fucking old man, definitely...]