She watched Cleo for a moment and followed her eyes with a quick look before she stood up and  walked over to the others trying to act a bit nicer then usual. She trusted the old Demigood enough to know that she would know how to behave herself unlike most of the others. After the left the Terminal and where a bit undisturbed  she softly begann to speak.<br/>" It would be better if I would drive. First I can read Farsi so that we know where we are going, second I am wearing a scarf which hides my hair so I am less out of order instead of a pink hello kitty explosion. So if no one looks to close they might think i am his wife. A woman may only drive if a male member of the family is inside the car and a non Farsi  speaking Asian is more likely to be controlled instead of a young Russian Muslim that is dutyfull driving her husband but who was so foolish as to forget her passport at home. And last but not least I have a talent for driving so if we need to drive reckless i am good.