She stumbles back a step or two as the car moves toward her again, then forces herself to stay rooted to one spot, shoulders set.

"Geez, what's up with you, you puncture a tire or something? I never said I know all about you, just that you're robots." Honestly, this guy seems like kind of a dick, but she can't let that deter her from investigating. Even if he is threatening to run her over. "Besides, I'm a journalist, stuff like this is my job."

Technically not her official job, yet, but close enough. Besides, 'I'm an intern' just doesn't like seem as convincing an argument.