[ fuuya, on the other hand, notices immediately, with the way the other doesn't seem entirely all right;

(there's the barest familiarity in what he can see of the other's face but he can't pin a name to it just yet) ]

E-excuse me--!

[ adopts a very robin stance of 'help everyone you can'; he moves closer, if a little tentatively (elects to breathe through his mouth because what is that smell) ]

Are you all right...?