Her brow knitted slightly at the shortness of Jack's words. Not from anger but from concern. She followed the line of his body until her eyes rested on the injured leg.

"Call," she repeated, reaching for the meaning even as she did. Yes, she remembered. The phone. "Of course."

A glance over her shoulder proved exactly what Jack meant. Already the driver was out of his car, and working with a small device in his hand. Wasting no time Reinette pushed herself up off the ground and strode over to the other man.

He was obviously distressed. And a great deal taller than Reinette. She had to place one hand on the offending arm and eventually place herself directly in front of him when he tried to walk over to Jack.

He was fine, she assured him. He just needed a moment to catch his breath. The statement was said loud enough for the full crowd to understand and only her insistence to accept no other outcome carried the moment.

Finally the driver reluctantly returned to his car, which was somehow undamaged, and Reinette returned to Jack's side.

"You did not leave a mark, Jack. But he insisted in leaving his information all the same. His insurance?" She glanced back at his leg, concerned, even if her words were light. "Not even a mark. I though you to have a harder head than that."