The moment someone grabs her, Abby freezes. The car zooms past her and, really, she probably stops breathing. Even in the firm grip that has her, she's shaking. Because she knows what almost happened. She knows that was almost it. As simple as crossing the street and a driver not doing a damn thing to try.

"Oh-- oh my God." She's starting to come back to life, to revive after that brush with an accident. "Oh my God." But she can breathe. She's safe. For the most part. "I-- thank you."

Only then does she turn a little to look at him, her eyes widening with recognition.