He wasn’t shoved an inch when the unfortunate accident took place eminently close to where he was standing. It happened all the time, at all hours and with all ages. Earth children on skateboards, on anything with wheels actually, were a hazard to themselves and to the civilians who had to walk in close proximity to them. Teenagers and children could be so awkward and inept on their own two feet, so handing them something that they wouldn’t be able to control was not the smartest thing for a parent to do.
Jor-El stretched out his arm and used it to grab onto the back of the falling man. His fingers clasped the fabric that was positioned underneath them and he steadied the stranger with a courteous push back into place. From the corner of his eye he could see the girl on the other side of the road trying to hide an amused snort behind her hand, and not succeeding.
“Easy there.” The kid on the skateboard was long gone, not having been bold enough to stick around for the finale. “Are you unwounded?”