Alex had resorted to just trying to avoid getting shot. Why? Well, if he blasted cars, people, or guns they were going to detonate rather nicely and then lots of people were going to die. So, as a result, he didn't do a dang thing. It was horribly frustrating, but there wasn't much else to be done. The pistol was just as lethal as his abilities, in this sort of chaos. He wasn't a marksman.
That did leave him in the interesting position of being the one to see Rictor get hit, though. By one of those damn darts. Alex didn't know what was in them, at least not yet, and he had no wish to find out. With a handful of very colorful oaths he'd dart across the open ground, angling towards the wall. The terror on the other man's face was a bit disconcerting, and he'd slow as he reached Ric, still crouching a bit. "Hey, Ric! You hit? What's wrong?" A practiced eye giving him a quick once-over, and not seeing any major injuries to account for the fear.