The girl walked outside, watching the early morning glow of the sun with her hood pulled low, standing dead center on the road when a truck came barreling down the road. She wasn't one to want to die; but neither was she one to care if she did though just as the truck honked it's horn Vanessa stepped forward and they barely missed her, the mirror having brushed across her back. Admittedly, she was a bit of an adrenaline junkie herself, though not to the point of a death wish or the like. She turned her grey eyes on the dust cloud setting around her, her eyes finding the license plate before she stepped forward again and finished walking across the street. The altercation could be seen from the bus if any of the others cared to look.