Han thrusts his arm out into Carol's path suddenly, while at the same time, slowing his walk to a halt. If she's too busy peering around the alley she'll likely collide right into the extended limb. It's not a gesture that's going to hold her back physically - not with her strength - but he's hoping she'll know he wants her to halt.

"Something's not right ..." He murmurs, more to himself than to her. His hand dips down to free the DL-44 from his holster. It was the kind of evening you'd expect to see people out and about on a core world in a district full of restaurants, bars and assorted night clubs - yet there was nobody around.