Shay lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding as the men thunder on past the alley opening. He relaxes a tad, but not fully. He still didn't know where he was.

"They didn't take too kindly to me bein' a wee bit confused as to where I was." He explains, voice thick and accented. Irish, if you knew that sort of thing. "I stumbled, bumped into one of 'em, they got pissed off and chased me."

He shifts, peering out of the alley.

"Thanks. Ya really saved me."