[She's not moving particularly fast, but with enough purpose to remove herself from the scene. Her memories of her old life are gone but a healthy fear of the police, especially traffic cops, is still there.
But once the noises of the incident begin to fade to the background she stops hard in her tracks. Her helmet turns, the black visor reflecting the shine of the sun as she looks back at him. There's no expression, but it's almost like she's glaring at him, questioning why he's following her.]
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But once the noises of the incident begin to fade to the background she stops hard in her tracks. Her helmet turns, the black visor reflecting the shine of the sun as she looks back at him. There's no expression, but it's almost like she's glaring at him, questioning why he's following her.]