Giselle let out a startled yelp when someone swept her up and back onto the pavement. Not a moment too soon - she saw the bus speed by and let out another startled sound - not quite a yelp this time. Turning wide bright eyes on the man with such a princely bearing, she clasped her scraped hands together earnestly.
"Oh, thank you, kind sir!" she exclaimed. "I don't think I'm terribly hurt, no..." She looked down at herself as if to check, then half-turned once to the left, twice to the right. "I believe I'm... I'm fit..."
She looked back toward the street. "Gracious, but those motorized carts still confound me," she murmured, rubbing her dust-covered forehead with an dust-covered set of knuckles. The cuts and scrapes were really beginning to sting. "It is as if they are possessed by a great and powerful enchantment. My Logan tells me it is the way of things, and I believe him, but... oh... It is a strange thing."