James stares the woman down intensely, listening to what she is saying.  "If you are right, you won't be able to fight a damn thing here. If you aren't, well, I'm pretty sure someone heard you talking at the airport, and honestly, you should seek asylum in the States. I'm leaving, wheels up in ten. That means you have eight minutes to decide whether you're joining me or not." His voice remains stern as he makes his way forward through the terminal, ready to leave.