Tristan almost didn't see the short man when he passed him by. The filth of the street seemed to blend in easily with the street itself. It was the flame as the cigarette was lit that caught his eye, and he turned his head, first just to glance, and then, when he recognized the man, to stare longer.

Probably up to no good, Tristan thought. He remembered the man from the evaluation. Not crazy, just a twit. He had been released then, it seemed.

Well, it was none of his business and Tristan was eager to walk on, when he noticed the injuries on the man's face. That looked very recent. Doubtlessly he had gotten into a fight or something. Probably his own fault too. Or not? He remembered Tobias' awful story again. For all he knew this man had been attacked too, and Tristan was a doctor.

After a few seconds of internally debating, he walked over. "Excuse me..." he began awkwardly. "Are you alright?"