“Oh, you have some nerve, mister,” she spat back at him.

“Pantomime,” he said, grasping her wrist and moving her finger away from his face. 

“Excuse me?” she arched a brow at him.

“That’s my name… I figure if you’re going to continue to yell at me, you should at least know my name.”

“Well, Pantomime, thank you for saving me,” she spoke through gritted teeth, “but I’ll be off now.”

“It’s not a good idea for you to go out on your own. You should let me take you somewhere.”