Sansa is waiting to cross the street when she hears the sound of brakes squealing and tries screeching over the road just a few feet away from her. Not that she really knows what the sound is but it's startling nonetheless, causing her to suck in a sharp breath as she instinctively steps back like she might run at any second.

Then she hears yelling.

Stepping forward curiously, she stops near the edge of the sidewalk and focuses on the man who is causing a scene right there in the middle of the street. There is something about the shade of his hair that gives her pause but she doesn't make the connection yet. She simply stands there, wearing her black dress and cloak, her hands clasped in front of her while she tilts her head to the side. Her own hair is nearly back to its own red shade now, the black having been washed out for days now. It's certainly something she won't do again unless she absolutely has to.

But yes, right now, she is focused on the scene unfolding before her.

[ooc: Let me know if this doesn't work!]