Double hells. Jason sighs, and pinches at the bridge of his nose with his candy cane fingers. Well, he tries. He doesn't really have a bridge of a nose anymore. Or a nose.

"Miss Pryor..."

Somewhat reluctantly, he walks over to the huddled-down bear and stands there. He looks to the street, in case someone who is kind and civic-minded and the like happens to be walking by. Apparently not.

"Miss Pryor. Kindly stand up. I would offer you a hand up but my... body... doesn't bend terribly well, and you're too far down for me to reach."