"Anastasia" she said quietly. "I can get you a ride. But only if you help me." she stared him down waiting hopefully for him to reply. "Ve could even ride in my veddy nice car to a differrent airport and go from there" She offered a smile, even though she wasn't usually one for smiles, and she was rather annoyed by this man. She was also tired from trying to make her accent understandable. She knew these Americans weren't always very intelligent, and this one had just questioned her fame...or maybe he just said he had more than her...either way he had offended her and she wasn't too pleased. "So..Vill you help me?" she asked again.