No matter how Alec dressed, there was still some hint of what he was in his demeanor. Warrior, soldier, hunter... the term varied depending on who noticed him, but it was obvious that he was watchful. Especially now in a new setting and far from his loved ones.

He was relaxed, or as relaxed as possible in this situation. He'd stopped for a smoothie, pausing his explorations when he noticed the bracer on the Mundane's arm. His gaze sharpened, taking in details, looking for weapons or a sign of a threat. There was no glamour that he could sense and she wasn't a Shadowhunter, which made archery gear seem strange. Most Mundies weren't into the 'sport' and those that were didn't wear their gear for errands.

"Where's your bow?" Abrupt but tact or small talk had never been one of Alec's strengths.