Seth slowly looked up, revealing a nasty skid burn on his face and a bloody nose. He made eye contact with Sam.

"So angels do exist..." he quietly said. Then he shook his head, bringing himself back down to earth, and steadily picked himself up off the ground, carefully testing for a sprained ankle or anything else he may have hurt as he stood up once more. He brought a hand up to his face testing the few tiny cuts and scratches he had. He felt a little bit of dirt in them, causing them to sting. Seth frowned. He'll have to take care of those when he reached the dorms.
"I'm sorry, I'm just a little clumsy. It runs in the family I suppose, I seem to have acquired my great grandfather's curse of tripping or 
slipping at the most inconvenient times. Please, just give me a second here." Seth said and cleared his throat. He reached into his backpack and grabbed a few tissues which he then used to plug his nose. 
Once he was done, he cleaned himself and his hands and then stretched his hand out to Sam. "Thanks for picking up my suitcase. I'm Seth, Seth Stellar."