Jasmine screams as she slams on the brakes of her Tesla model Y, her eyes seeing a person in front of her car as she looks back from the admittedly distracting drunk and mostly naked wanker that's on the side of the road. Her dark curly hair flies in front of her face as the car halts with a thud. She hits the person, knocking them over. But it's light for a car crash. She pauses a bit, before snapping back. Never in her life has she crashed in the middle of London, no matter what crazy stuff was happening. She quickly gets out, and walks in front of her vehicle. The cars going around them as she walks up to her latest victim.

Jasmine: Oh my God, are you okay!? I'm so sorry, I was watching the guy, And- and you just appeared, and God I apologize. Do you need an Ambulance, should I call 999?