There's not even the blare of a horn or screeching breaks, no loud blasting music to try and gain her attention. The only thing that might finally get her attention is when her coat is yanked back at the last second - side mirror almost clipping, burst of cold wind to awaken all adrenaline.

Only after her death has been avoided does that steel vice release her.

"Pay more attention." The voice may be familiar, if delivered about fifty times more rudely. It's only after a beat or two hesitation that it hits that it may not be wise to have that as a conversation opener. Try again, "Are you all right?"