Benjamin snapped to when Cyril tripped over him. He'd been so struck with terror that he hadn't even stood up. He might as well have leapt to his feet and looked around. He threw a hand to the boy who tripped over him to hastily help him up and said, in a hurry, "We don't have time to berate my decisions. C'mon. The fire department isn't here and this place is dangerous. Someone might be stuck." Despite his haste he spoke quite sternly. This guy was large and seemed fairly muscular, and Ben was is good shape for himself. Between the two of them they could probably lift a car off of someone if they really tried so a fair ride wouldn't be an obstacle. "You can feel free to moan later, but right now just c'mon." He was trying his best hand at Italian but it was still mostly Spanish. He spun when he heard something that resembled coughing but sounded more like a dying bear. He didn't say anything to Cyril because it should have been obvious what his intentions were. As soon as he arrived there was an elderly man caught under a broken roof to a more solid enclosure. It looked like it had been a company's kiosk, and was built out of metal rather than just wood. The man was stuck at his waist and couldn't push the weight off if himself. Benjamin squatted down to lift but he could only just start to get it off the ground. Where was that kid? I swear to God if he ran off I'm going to find him and slap the mess out of him."
((I dunno if Cyril is big. But I got that impression.
Also, it took me all I had to not have Benjamin start organizing people like getting Jak, Cyril and himself into a finely tuned help-machine. But I feel like that should be Boss XI (whomever that is). So hop on that, XI.))