Ask him for directions to a cheap hotel

Lilija was a little confused by Tyrone's attitude and wondered if she was doing something wrong culturally. 'Have I offended him somehow? I've never even met a negro man in all my life, I don't know if I'm supposed to act differently...' she fretted. She was, however, fatigued from the flight. She lifted her worn suitcase and squinted in the sunlight. "Maybe, Tyrone, is there a hotel around here?"

Now Tyrone smiled again. "Yeah, I know a place that'll do.” He checked the time on his smartphone. “I got time. Come on, I'll take you there." He took her hand but didn't help her with the suitcase.

“Oh, that would be great," the petite girl replied as she struggled to keep up with him and keep a grip on her bag. She wondered if this is what he meant about helping her out as the tall black man and the small Russian teenager left the airport together...