Matthew slid to a stop, his forward momentum nearly carrying him ass over teakettle across the fresh snow. He spun his arms to keep his balance before resting his back on the wall of the alley. 

"Uh...yeah. Yeah." He said, eyeing the strange woman and her real ass gun with a mixture of hope and apprehension. He pulled his bag in front of him, unzipped it, and ruffled around in there. Painkillers, underwear, wallet, alarm clock (how had that gotten in there?), there!

He pulled out his phone, turning it on and facing it toward the woman to show her the text he'd gotten. "So you, uh, you the one that can help?"

He wasn't even going to bother asking if she was a cop. If she was he was already screwed, and judging by the dampened sounds of the chaos now sweeping the city they didn't have time for him to be asking stupid questions.