As the foreigner just kept panicking and pointing, the small person took his hand and got up, and Junpei internally scrambled to see if there were any possible injury types that didn't show until it was too late. Head injuries?! People suffering from concussions sometimes didn't feel all too pained in the injured area, then they go to sleep, and...! Bruises could be internal bleeding, or could become blood poisoning?! In all honesty, Junpei wasn't too great with injury and medicine knowledge...sure, he knew how to make prosthetics almost come alive with the right combination of make up, sign language was as familiar as the small scars on the back of his hand, martial arts was as fluid as his ability to walk...but not getting injuries, more like avoiding injuries, avoiding face damage. Internally, his mind ran through all the possible disease that this person may or may not have that could result in bigger injuries (ie brittle bones), feeling like minutes have passed. When, in reality, it had only been a minute.

Getting back to the present, Junpei held out a hand towards the foreigner in a halting motion, "Calm down." Two simple words, spoken in a surprisingly smooth and soft voice...quite unused, and yet somehow not betraying the nervousness he felt, speaking to random fellow students in such a manner. Quirking an eye automatically to the smaller person machine's assurance of being uninjured, then nodding automatically to a student passing on through the area...

[i][b]'What years are you both in? I am Todoroki Fuyuki, a second year.'[/b][/I] Once again, the person used the device to speak for them...at this point, he was almost entirely sure this student was mute. Holding up two of his fingers, "Junpei Yamauchi, second year."