Accepting that it is fruitless, Bernadette takes a step back and throws her hands to her hips, attempting to re-evaluates this impossible situation. Just as she is ready to re-lose her cool, someone cries out for help. An older gentleman lays bleeding in the street, a chuck of wreckage lodged into his leg.

She forgets her own problem, and rushes over. She lends down to reassure him while inspecting his wound.