"His name, SeƱorita?" Hurst said, wondering if he was the only one able to keep a straight head in the situation. Sabana was clearly flustered, Monsieur Laurent seemed to have gone to pieces entirely, and the Doctor seemed more than a little agitated. He decided not to press the question of sweethearts and kin; if the man was a sailor, and only a reasonably well-off one, there would be no need to contact family unless the unfortunate happened. It was not a concern then, at present.
"Monsieur Laurent, are you sure you do not want to return to the house? And ask one of the staff to find Doctor Perkin's bag?" He asked, wondering if the young man was waiting to be excused, now that he had showed his concern.