She looks at him. "I don't drive. I prefer nature to the smell of gasoline." She says softly but loud enough he could hear. "I always walk. Everywhere I go I enjoy a nice walk." She says. Looking at him with a warm smile. Then moved to walk. "Moving around never killed too many people." She says softly. Blinking and looks at him. Turning towards him. "No. My own father wouldn't stick up for me against the bullying big boys when I was little. So I learned to street fight to protect myself. My ex-boyfriend only assisted himself to my money and to hurt me with his fists. So I learned better ways of protecting myself by taking various martial arts classes." She says softly.<br/><br/>"So you assisting me in that fight...it was a foreign concept. It seriously doesn't even feel real. Like it really happened even though I know it did. It doesn't change how grateful I am. I really do appreciate it." She says with a soft smile. Her eyes sparkled as she spoke on him helping her. She turned to start walking. "As I have said...thank you. I don't often tell anyone, expecially a man, thank you." She says truthfully. Walking to him and puts a piece of paper she had just written her cell number on. "Here's my number. I have a long hike ahead of me." She says. Her words whispered shyly as she felt it.