While Malcolm let his hands be slapped at, they didn't move far from the stranger's body. When he tried to roll, Malcolm's grip was there to try and make him lay flat on his back. The fact that Jim's spine wasn't broken was something of a curiosity to him. Most people would have been dead if they crashed through his skylight, cut to ribbons by the glass if the fall didn't doom them.

"Easy," Malcolm said soothingly, his hands covering Jim's own to try and stop him from moving further. "You're safe. I've got you."

Malcolm was almost sure that neither of those statements were true. No one was really safe in his presence depending on how one defined 'safe'. If this man were an associate of Queen's, the best case scenario would be Malcolm rolling him off his very high balcony instead of tossing him over it.

Still, his eyes followed the helmet, taking in its design and those of Jim's clothing.

"Do you know who you are? Do you know the year?"

Silly questions, but it would give him time to decide what he was going to do with this invader.