"British diplomat," she answers. She doesn't speak it, not with any skill. Just knew enough to hear the difference, but she doesn't correct him. A petrol station appears on the horizon, but Irene dismisses stopping. Still too close to the motel for her own peace of mind. And while at some point they would have to stop for medical supplies, she is going to push stopping as long as she can.

They, the carbombers, the assassins, would expect them to stop as soon as they could. The farther away they could get, the better then. "Spent years in the region and had a tendency to swear in it."