Alec's clear I told you so expression only deepens as he gives V a rather un-subtle once-over, and he opens his mouth to say something snide... except, then one of V's hands lands on his weapon.

Alec has never been shot. Bitten, stabbed, burned, chucked through walls? Sure. Magicked at, poisoned on one fun occasion, and possessed? It happens, that's the kind of fun you get up to when you do the ridiculous job that Alec does. But no one brings guns to monster fights, so after a second of wrestling mightily with his pride—if he wasn't halfway across the room he might be more likely to gamble on his ability to grapple for the gun without getting a brand new orifice somewhere for his troubles—Alec raises his open hands slightly in the universal sign of surrender.

"Not your enemy," he says like he'd rather be telling V where he can shove it, but he gets better control over his face after a second, breathes out a huff, and tries again: it's not like he didn't reach for his bow first and ask questions later as well, after all. "I'm Alec. I just woke up here, too."