Natasha wouldn't allow any apprehension to overtake her relief as she watched the truck slow down, raising a hand to shield her eyes as it's high beams lit up herself and her surroundings. If she had let this person pass, then what was to guarantee that another car didn't drive up with someone much more dangerous at the wheel? Not to mention that she wouldn't be able to stay in the same situation long before the hazards drained her car's battery. 

The guy that stepped out of the old truck wasn't huge, which helped to alleviate some residual worry. Despite the short distance between them, she still couldn't tell much more about him than that in the dark. A lifetime of sports, namely soccer, meant that she might at least have a chance running away. Appreciating his efforts to show himself as harmless, Natasha also hadn't forgotten how she herself must look, standing outside alone in the dark. She smiled at the stranger as he spoke, trying to make herself look as unsuspicious as possible.

"Please, that would be very helpful," Natasha answered calmly. She wasn't from the area, having been raised in a very far off larger city most of her life, but she happened to have an accent herself. Although her mother was originally from this small town area and her father was Russian, Natasha was born in London and lived there until she moved to New York for university years ago. 

She waited until he was closer to hold her hand out for a handshake. "I'm Natasha Velev. Thanks so much for stopping. I don't really know what's wrong. I mean, the check engine light came on quite a while ago, but I couldn't really do anything about it."