"Well, kinda more like--" She shrugged her shoulders. "Saw it, screamed, an' the asshole came at me. Got hold of me, tried t' fuck with me, an' I stabbed him with some keys."

Not really a Good Samaratin act, really. So she might have shouted more than she'd screamed, but she hadn't meant for him to really notice her. Just startle a bit. So maybe the bastard he was making a meal of could get away. Not that it'd worked.

"Guess my aunt can help. Think she knows some people who'd be able t' help, yeah."