He honestly didn't want to talk, he just wanted to get out of Russia as soon as possible. As much as he loves Russian fans, he didn't have much love for their country, apart from St. Petersburg and Moscow. He turns and looks at this woman who had begun to speak with him, hoping that if he said something, that she would go away. "Right now, I'm not honestly sure I care. The Americans are probably developing something worse anyway. Now, is there any place where I can rent a car? I desperately need to get out of this country, for I have no reason to stay." His voice is deep, abrupt, and betraying his origin of being from the Southern United States. He stands up and grabs his bags, not wanting to be in this airport any longer.