The act makes Alistair's eyebrows do a thing—not quite a raise, because he's at least that good at keeping a straight face, but there's definitely a twitch. He's definitely going to grin about it as soon as they don't have an audience. Until then, he keeps it contained to a half-smile, more reserved, while he surveys the narrow strip of man visible through the door.

He can probably take him. Even if, expression-wise, he doesn't look like someone who wants to take anybody anywhere, thanks.

"Please," he adds. "We think he needs help."