The wind had gotten knocked out of the muggers' lungs, and he coughed and spluttered as he landed on the ground. "Fine, fine, get off of me!" He sounded like he'd been hit in the stomach, and he pretty much had.
Alice, for her part, had managed to stand up. She was still a little dizzy, and she leaned against the wall for support. She at least wanted to thank the random guy who'd helped her. ... and then maybe see if he could get her a cab. The wall was doing a good job of propping her up, but walking would probably be a lot harder.
Having long since gone limp, realizing that there were other purses to be stolen a long way away from the guy who was all fast like a freak, the mugger lay still.