Another One of those Moments

After theatre, was standing at a bus stop, with a friend, waiting for her bus to arrive.  As we chatted, she noted how often women stepped in front of us, to hail a cab.  Made sense, I said, wide open space, no parked cars.  Three young girls, possibly foreign, suddenly stepped off the sidewalk beside us and opened the door of a ‘gray car’ that had pulled up in front of the five of us.  [They are ‘illegal trollers’.  They drive around and if there is a dearth of cabs, as is often the case after theatre, they troll for rides.  They roll down the ‘shot-gun window’, ask where you are going and say they can take you there.  If you are not local, you don’t know they are illegal, not regulated and ….]  As the three were getting into the car, they asked a question of the driver, as they slid three across the back seat.  Friend said, ‘Don’t do it. Do you know what you are doing?’  But she was not within earshot and not connected to their process, so they didn’t hear her.  As they shut the door and the car drove off, I said ‘it’s possible that is how trafficking happens!’    What should we have done?