She does! The map app is quite convenient.

—feeling of dread—

She slows the car.

The street is somewhat busy and the cars behind them start honking and trying to overtake her.

… She is not speeding up until she can work out what's wrong.

She checks her mirrors.

There seems to be nothing wrong.

"Hey, lady," her passenger says, knocking on the Plexiglass. "Some of us need to arrive on time, it's a straight road, just go."

Except she should turn left right the fuck now.

– Left.

She wakes up to chaos: a several-car pileup due to what appears to be an entirely new building that decided to insert itself in the path she was going. The previously straight street neatly routes around it now, but most cars did not have enough advance warning to avoid crashing, and the ones that did were the ones farther behind, who could see what was happening. Her passenger's unconscious but seems otherwise unharmed—still breathing—except his folders and documents are all over the place.

It takes a moment, but then she makes a pained noise.

Another few moments and she's looking around for her phone. Carefully. Very carefully.

There are already sirens, not too far away.

It was a rather large crash, and her ears are ringing.

Except it's not her ears. The undefinable alarm bells she's been hearing ever since she arrived in the City are a cacophony of not-sounds, not giving her even the limited information she's been learning to glean. They merely ring.

She doesn't – she needs to get her phone. Where is it. Phone.

Probably fell from the dashboard somewhere.

She looks around her seat, notices the seatbelt still restricting her and takes it off, then feels around on the ground below her seat.

There it is.

Okay, so, first aid app – what does she do to ensure she's probably safe to move around, is there any clear thing she needs to do, are her ears still ringing—

"Hey, dude?"

No response.

"Dude?" she repeats, louder this time.

Down and out.

– Can she see anything out her window? Or passenger window, since she isn't looking for pulverized car and-or person, she's looking for what's happening around her.

The ambulances arriving, and the pileup, and the blood pooling on the concrete.

She might be able to spot a familiar face rushing out of one of the ambulances.

– Well at least she doesn't have to call 911.

She shakes her head a bit, trying to clear the ringing, and then considers getting out of the vehicle.

… Probably not a good idea? She doesn't want to be the idiot who's injured and walking around at the scene of the accident.

Probably.

Probably a good idea. The accident continues having happened around her.

People seem busy.

A fire truck arrives.