Tasia turned to the man, slightly annoyed by his lack of response. "You are aware dat dis man is going to take out your country right? Vell, assuming you're not Russian." She added. She searched the man for any type of response. 'Maybe he doesn't speak English' she thought to herself, 'Or maybe he can't understand my accent' either way, she was still annoyed by his choice not to even acknowledge her existence. She rolled her eyes and turned back to the television, The man was still speaking in thick Russian about his new virus. Tasia leaned back in her seat and tried to push out her thoughts about the rest of the world's impending doom.