Zekiel mutters to himself, "Under arrest, eh? I don't think so, berk." Having said this, he takes a step back towards the alley and glances around the gauge the reaction of the crowd to the man's proclamation. [OOC: Is there a crowd around me? If there isn't, and moving would draw attention to myself, then I won't.]
I should be safe enough for now. I don't know why he was keeping the Hardheads back, but I doubt they'll be able to catch me even if they do pick me out of the group. This is too interesting to run away from; right now, anyway.