You're hardly the first man I've spoken to in a dark alley.

[Gaining her metaphorical footing again, a certain level of sass lent itself to the situation.]

Besides, there are only a few sorts that stalk alleys like this one.

[He wasn't human. She decided that here and now, and the way he spoke was so formal. She could hazard a guess, and if she was wrong... Not like she'd ever see him again.]

I don't suppose you're hungry?