She felt like he'd swept her up and away from chaos like some medieval knight. And yes, chaos became more apparent once the flames started. She'd tried to turn and see what it was (though the sound of it made it sort of obvious), but couldn't feeling dizzy from trying, so instead she gave up and kept forward. The weight of all the frightened, panicked, and hurried emotions made her want to throw up in frustration of it. Why, WHY did she have to deal with all of them?
His car (one she'd admired previously, the last time he'd given her a ride) was a rather welcoming sight, something to offset the awfulness of the situation. She jumped to the sound of metal and fire exploding, trying to turn to see again but couldn't quite see the whole way around that corner. By the time she was in the car and the door was closed, her fuzzy eyes took in the sight of people checking to see the same thing she'd been looking for.
She rested her head back languidly, leaning on the head rest and closing her eyes. She'd felt an overwhelming urge to sleep, despite the empathy that yelled quite loud in her. It helped that everything else was muffled from inside the car, not having to pay anymore attention to everything going on outside of it.