Had this been at home, in the bustling anonymity of London where one can walk away from any disposable nobody in need of help without anyone ever knowing, Sebastian would simply leave the man here. As it is, there's no more than a handful people around, everyone knows everyone, and Sebastian has an image to uphold. Thus, he approaches, albeit in no great hurry.]
My, my, that was quite a fall. Are you all right?
[Is he even awake, first of all? Alive, for that matter?]