[Oh, to hell with it. She darts forward, grabs his wrist, and will gather him back up onto the footpath where he's safe if he'll let her.

Well. For a given value of 'safe', anyway. She's not particularly certain the Doctor has ever been safe in any of his lives. She pushes down a horrible, horrible thought about how she's managed to be here to help the Doctor save himself from traffic, and how she. Wasn't. There. For Danny.]

You'd do better if you weren't trying to walk in front of cars!