Passing in the opposite direction is Shrieky's sartorial mirror; Jae is very much not soaked, plastered, or odd-smelling, he's actually put together and tailored much more neatly and modernly than most people about town. Which is irrelevant, presently, except to note the curious contrast in appearances when he stops to watch the soggy figure trudge down the road, and then attempts to catch the other man's attention.

"Hey-" he doesn't have to speak very loud, voice as strong and almost bizarrely rich as it is- "Are you okay?"