Marina listened as he spoke, still confused by half of what came out of his mouth. She just could not believe that he was some kind of fairy godmother sent from the universe. It was too far-fetched. She could see that he believed this with all of his heart, though, so she felt bad for the poor, confused man. Marina was, however, very interested in getting her car out of the sand. If this man said he could do that, she was more than happy to let him try. There was little harm he could really do.<br/><br/>When she heard something about reading her thoughts, Marina started paying attention to what the man was saying. She had zoned out a bit while he was reciting more of the same information. 'I wish you would listen.' She had been listening, hadn't she? She could have just ran off as soon as he had shown up, but instead she had stuck around to listen.<br/><br/>She heard him talk about being unable to die, and that was very nearly the last straw. She was tired of listening to rambling from a confused man, and she wanted her car unstuck. She needed him to think she believed him so that he would help her. But she did not want to lie.<br/><br/>"Alright. If you get my car out of the sand and onto the road, I will explain why it's hard for me to believe you. That may end some confusion." It wasn't much, but it seemed to be her only bargaining chip at the moment.