The softie passed Jon in the hallway, its strange shuffling numbness familiar to him now, and he wasn't sure why but he spared it a smile. They never registered such things, never complained of course if he was rude, but Jon reminded himself that they'd once been people.
The crash had been what drew his attention, and he stood in the doorway for a moment surveying the scene. Jai breathing hard, obviously shaken, on the floor and wet. Jon arched a thin brow and when he spoke, his velvety voice with its trace of southern accent was gentle.
"Everything alright?" A long-fingered hand, delicate in his line of work, as steady with a needle as a surgeon with a scalpel. "Need a hand up? Or a towel?" he added with a little smile, slightly teasing. Jai was a little skittish any time one of the softies came about.