Alistair followed Owen's gaze as he listened, waiting a few seconds before he murmured wordlessly in response. Obviously the more information he got the less comfortable he got in the situation. Not that he'd been all too cozy to begin with. He was still trying to make sense of things, get a handle on where they were, who he was with, and what they'd already learned without him. In reality, it really wasn't all that different than last time, though more and more it was becoming apparent that the players in the game were proving to be a little more interesting, and it was obvious that upper management had learned a thing or two between then and now.
He considered the idea of the implants, wondering for a few seconds if they'd bothered to equip him with one as well. It was likely. After all, nothing was more suspicious than wandering into on of the restricted zones only to have nothing happen.
He stepped up to the door, cupping a hand to peer inside through the window. It appeared to be a clothing store. "I suppose this is the shop they mentioned in the communications this morning." Taking some initiative, his hand went to the handle, turning to glance back at Owen before he pulled it open and carefully stepped inside. A cursory glance around told him that no one was within the visible area of the store, and he took another step and shifted a little to the right to allow for the other man to move in beside him if he wished. "Hello?"