One minor advantage of being able to vibrate the way he could was that once he realized what the water was doing, he could just keep it from touching him. But when he saw a body hit a pile of trash cans, instincts that would never vanish had him running towards the trouble rather than away. He got there to see that things were handled, and in a somewhat familiar way. It was the crunching hand that almost clinched it for him, golden eyes wide in surprise as he watches the young man return an umbrella, waiting until that's done before he quietly asks the question that is racing through his thoughts.

"Conner?"