[Saralegui takes a step back as the man finally stands, perhaps allowing for a polite amount of personal space. Or perhaps just quietly wary of a stranger in a dark alley.]

That might be it. One shouldn't linger in a place like this, especially at this time of night.

[He says that like he himself isn't also here at this time of night. The story doesn't check out to him, and for all he knows this person could just be the bait meant to lure others in. But overt wariness isn't his style. He prefers playing innocent and being underestimated.

Half turning back the way he came, Saralegui inclines his head in the direction of the street.]

You picked an odd place to stop to rest. Or were you simply lost...?

[He's tactful. Better to dance around the subject than to directly ask what was up with the whole "curling up in an alleyway" thing.]