Gweyr jumped as she heard the voice from behind. Whirling around, she looked at the man in the black coat and hat. The voice was unnerving enough, but with the obvious attempt to hide his face... This man did not mean well. Backing up, she looked towards the end of the alley, where the cars roared past, the rain keeping the drivers from noticing Gweyr's distress. There was only one way to keep him from assaulting her, but Gweyr hoped it wouldn't come to that. 

"U-Um, sir? I- I don't k-know why it's i-important for you to know." 

Reaching behind with her right hand, Gweyr gripped the haft of her glaive, the oak steadying her nerves.