Pan knew panic well, heck, they named the fucking word after him. Even he felt a dash of hysteria for a moment... but then he recognized it for what it was. "Woh!" he gasped, tapping into a part of him which used to be godly and respected and willfully restraining his emotions and the panicked man he was currently wrapped around. "Wait! Wait! Calm down, little buddy!" There was still a chortle of humor to his voice, as yes, Pan still found a way for this to be amusing. He knew this kind of panic well, he could inflict it himself, but he usually only did so for entertainment purposes, it seemed this guy was out of control.
"Chill out, man!" He insisted a little more firmly when the panic did not subside, grabbing the man and giving him a bit of a shake. "Jesus, I didn't know you were one of us! Chill out! You really need to stop fucking with humans so much, they'll fuck up your statues if you do. I should know!"
Just when it looked like he was going to give the other some space, Pan wrapped a long arm around Simon's shoulders and started hauling him into the mall, where hopefully he could get him around a smaller amount of people. "You're gonna kill someone with that, you know. It's not fair, your reach is farther than mine. Just who are you, I've never seen you around here and you're fucking with them worse than I can. That's bullshit! I've been here years, I should have the better grip on them." At least when he was talking and leading the other along he was not molesting the poor man.