*debates silently; there's clearly something wrong, but you're a little too lively to be in cardiac arrest* *can't bring himself to just walk away, though, now that he's here*
*steps over to the sink, snagging a few paper towels from the dispenser and wetting them with cool water (mostly to give himself something productive to do)* *thinks to give you some space, verbally at least* Take all the time you need, Mister...?