[...Okay yeah, sure, that'll do it. They give his cloak a critical look over, gaze lingering on the hood. It's possible that might not fly, but it will obscure his identity, should they need to start over.]

It will suffice, for now. Shall we? [They walk to the end of the alleyway, carefully looking round the corner.] One last thing; if possible, try not to look directly at anyone.

[They glance back at him, smiling.]

Eyes like ours aren't well received in the best of circumstances.