Fighting dirty, while effective, can only be a spectacle for so long. Al takes one last glance at the street to ensure privacy before stepping into the nook himself. He watches the tussle up close for a second, gauging where to intervene before the guy's head meets the ground. It's then he steps back just once, realizing the situation is pretty well resolved.

Al watches Meyer carefully, inspecting him as if the two were of an entirely different species rather than strangers.

"What the fuck was that?"