He half laid on the ground, one leg hooked over the bag he'd tripped on, and watched as the - girl? Was it a girl? Her voice sounded like a girl, but Hubert couldn't see her face in the dark well enough to tell. "Up?" He looked around, then realized immediately where he was.
On the ground. In the dirt!
Hubert flailed in a frenzied effort to get to his feet, but it was only after he caught her hand that he was able to stand. By then, there was dirt and debris all over his pants and hands, but he was too numb to do more than whimper about it while futilely rubbing his hands against each other.
When he had the mental capacity back to remember she was there, Hubert squinted at her in the dark. "Who are you?" His hands kept rubbing together, over and over again, in a steady repeating rhythm.