A...child, it must have been a child, had been swept off their feet possibly by spilled soda and there was a commotion in that side of the benches when they let out a mighty wail that had their father waddling over to them, cooing and all. He was going slow, and he must have watched for a bit too long because all of a sudden, he received a face-ful of papers and he stepped back before things got much worse.
Luckily, that meant he didn't have to watch the man roll down to the bottom of the steps.
Cloud reached to take his lower arm by a firm grip in case he was still in any danger of falling down. "'sokay," he said.
Then looked behind him to see the increasing traffic of bodies wanting to pass. Oh.