Riley gave the man a curt nod, trying his best to have an official presence.
"Well, I suggest you get yourself home, Mr. Robbins. It's not safe to be wandering these alleys alone this time of night. All sorts of unsavory characters...and...whatnot."
Riley was feeling particularly foolish. Acting was never his strongsuit, and the whole purpose of his work was to keep the public in the dark, not have jaunty discussion with them. There was a certain glamour to the world of espionage, but he could never quite grasp how some agents actually enjoyed undercover work. In general, Riley was more adept at the violence aspect.
For a brief moment, Riley considered alerting an extraction team to just haul this guy off to Guantanamo. A grin-inspiring daydream, but no dice.
"If you'd prefer, I can walk you to your front door, make sure you make it home safely."