Loki cast a quick glance over his shoulder, not surprised to see someone offering assistance, and to be honest, grateful for it. But there was another emotion that pricked at him, as well. He did not like being caught in situations that suggested he had been foolish in one way or another. Yes, he should have been more careful to weigh down his papers. Oh well, at least it wasn't his brother appearing out of nowhere. This man was a stranger.
In the end, there weren't as many papers to catch as it seemed when the wind started. Perhaps ten in all. In his frenzy, Loki had imagined it to be all his work flying away. Soon, he had one half, this good Samaritan the other. He walked over to collect his work and thank him, stuffing down what remained of his embarrassment. The man was about middle-aged, a bit shorter than he but not by much, and seemed the definition of good on his feet.
"A good thing you were nearby," said Loki, rather cheerfully. By now, he was glad the incident was over. He held out a hand. "I can take that. Thank you."