[there's something about her that unsettles him in a way he can't define. A bright hard feeling that he definitely should not be having. He edges around the rubbish bin, taking another step back, holding up a hand.]

I'm not a Doctor. Maybe you need a Doctor. Stop acting like you know me because I have no idea who the hell--

[he stops because their is an earsplitting screech of tires and he slams startled hands down on the hood of the car that nearly ran him over]

The hell is wrong with you?! I'm trying to walk here!