It was rather lucky for Noah, then, that a fool passed by the alley—however, that fool was Anthony, so maybe not that lucky, really. The sheer unexpectedness of some guy stepping out of an alley and holding up a knife to you made Anthony flinch, and he leaned backwards, wanting to get out of stabbing range. 

"Oh. Hey," he greeted, his tone casual but his way of presenting himself and his expression betrayed anxiety. For some reason, he had expected himself to be able to deal with this better, considering that he does the shit this guy is doing for a living, but he's still kind of shocked right now. Oof.