Patience saw the movement reflected in the window, the man moving towards her. Maybe her senses were slightly heightened now because of this new part of her identity, or maybe she was more wary because she'd recently been attacked, she didn't really know. It was all new to her.
But something about the man behind her, moving towards her, caught her attention. She watched him approach, trying not to tense too much; it wasn't good to become a scared, timid person just because she'd made a mistake with her safety. She could still take care of herself.
She didn't turn until he was on the same side of the street as her, then lifted her head, meeting his eye. He was in worse shape than she was, obviously hadn't gotten any medical attention for the cuts and bruises he was sporting.
"Are you alright?" she asked, wondering at his appearance. Her wand was in her hand, even though they were on a Muggle street; perhaps she did have a new defensive instinct, after all. "Do I know you?"