Ghost Rider noted the moment that she got into the car, the hellfire didn't burn her. Only the pure of heart survived hellfire. She was not a threat.

The Rider appeared across the street, watching the woman as she came out of the hospital.

"Get on the bike." he said, mounting his bike once more. "I will take you to your home and then leave you."

I thought you weren't a chauffeur?

"Do not mock me, mortal." the Rider growled, waiting for Caroline.