Alastor was on one of his strolls, walking past sinners amiably with his hands behind his back as demons ran away from him in fear. Suddenly, something catches his eye. He rounds the corner and reaches the entrance to a filthy alleyway and sees you there. A flicker of interest flashes across his face as he materializes his radio stick and uses the microphone's head to tilt your head up, studying you curiously. Perhaps he should take you to Charlie's little hotel. He chuckles to himself and stares down at you. "My, you look like an absolute mess, darling."