Benjamin was just getting interested in what Vector had been saying when the man vanished into a cloud of pink, bubblegum scented smoke. That was the same smell from the other day as it had surrounded Daisuke. Pleasant to say the least but sort of gimmicky. When the cloud dissipated Vector had re-appeared but bloodied and battered. Something about Canadians, too. So that implies the mafia have figured mastered time travel, just not for very long. He thought. That would certainly be a fascinating concept, so travel into the future and then just return? Think of the exploitation... No, why would he think like that? That was his father's terrible business and work ethics rubbing off on him. Not a legitimate way to use time travel.
But shortly thereafter he heard a light thump to his right and saw that Fionn had indeed fallen. Why he bothered to stay up there was a question all on it's own but to each their own. He could see the tears begin to stream and felt a pang of compassion in his heart. Ben pushed away from the wall and strolled over to Fionn. Crouching, he pulled a folded handkerchief from his breast pocket and offered it to the boy, and with his other hand offered his assistance to stand up. "You know, seeing as Naoto dropped from the bars already, you could have dropped down by your own volition without affecting the group. I did." He smiled gently and added, "Come on. You never know what those two may be scheming but you can't listen from the ground."