Had it not been for the untimely yell of a voice ahead he would not have noticed the bike coming straight in his direction, a quick side step and he was glaring just as thoroughly as he assumed the other man was that had originally yelled. Lifting his shirt as he slowed to a walk, pulling the material to wipe at his face, he caught ahead the sprawled body of the helpful other runner who had yelled out and to see another coming to his aid. He nearly just let them be until he watched another fellow rush by without a care knocking the assistance down as well. Moving to a stop in front of the two, he offered both hands down to the fell brothers. "Alright there?" He flashed a quick smile, a habit left over not only from his immortal days but Roger had been a charmer himself, it was hard to break.