Whatever weather Cecilly was expecting, none of it involved large objects falling from the sky.  And that shout -- that was a person, a young man by the tone.  Whatever it was had moved far too swiftly for her to make out any details, but the [i]thud[/i] that followed, and the soft groan, that was enough.  Had someone fallen off the roof?  Jumped, perhaps?  She wasn't sure how they'd have gotten up there, with the door being locked for the evening, but perhaps the custodian had forgotten.  It had happened before, though not often.  It was a concern for later.  Though she reached with her senses as far as she could, the ground was only a blurry smudge in her mind, not enough to make out fine details properly.  She could tell it was there, and that was it.  Anyone lying on it was not where she could discern them easily or well.  "Stay put!" she called down over the railing of her balcony, leaning over so her head would be visible to whoever was below for a moment.  She was already checking her pocket for her keys and phone.  "I'll be right down, but if you're hurt you need to stay still."  With that she vanished back into her apartment.

She took the stairs two at a time, cursing at the time it took her phone to turn on.  She'd turned it off for the evening when she got home, leaving it in her pocket only because she'd made the habit of keeping it with her keys at all times.  She dashed through the back door, slowing just long enough to adjust to the sudden change in environment, then hurrying toward the part of the lot her balcony looked down on.  There!  The lump on the pavement resolved into a person, a young man as she'd thought.  He was lying on his back, but Cecilly could feel breathing as she came closer.  She knelt by him, sighing in relief as her phone /finally/ gave the cheerful tune that meant she could actually use it.  It was a flip phone, or she wouldn't be able to use it very well, but she paid for the convenience.  She'd resisted upgrading to a smartphone for years, and hadn't ever regretted it until that night.  Her fingers brushed over the raised keys as she picked out the numbers for 9-1-1.  "Hey.  Hey, I'm going to get you help, alright?  Can you tell me who you are?"  Her hazel eyes wandered aimlessly, but she seemed to know where he was, and if perhaps she was a degree or two off in the direction of her face, well, it was forgivable.