The woman hadn't heard the man's statement about her being important, but as he asked her to assist him with getting into his "dwelling" she nibbled her lip hesitating to answer, up until he attempted to get out himself, but falling back into the cab instead. She felt horrible, she couldn't just leave the guy... Getting out of the cab she appeared on the other side of the open door and held her hand out to the man. I hope you don't have any diseases was her thought, and then she felt guilty about that too.<br/><br/>"Okay...Okay...don't go killing yourself trying to get out, but are you sure this place is even structurally safe?" her eyes scanned the dilapidated, and abandoned building again and she swallowed. This all seemed like some messed up set up, had she not seen the blood herself and hit the man, she would of taken this guy as a rapist or something, maybe he was faking...No, she had hit him.<br/><br/>After a few moments longer she slowly reached into the cab and looped her arm underneath his, her hand resting upon his opposite shoulder to support him as she gave a small grunt pulling him up slightly.<br/><br/>"My name is Jean...Not that I'm a hero 'er anything...Y'know since hitting you...By the way...What the hell were you thinking?!" now that she looked back at the incident she had been smoking, when she had saw someone from her peripherals stepping close to the street, she thought they had been well on the sidewalk. Then BAM! The guy was crashing into her windshield...<br/><br/>Jean looked at the man as she slowly attempted to pull him up resting her own back against the car.