I told her that I was heading west, in a voice of mild concern, though I did not really feel the concern that I was attempting to communicate, with my voice, but instead was feigning it, as silly as that might sound, in order to match what I understood was her own sincere reaction to what the weatherman had told us. If anything, the news of the thunderstorm had annoyed me (though not very much), but I did not like to show my annoyance when I was having such a pleasant and commonplace interaction; especially when that interaction was with a stranger or a fleeting acquaintance, which is what this woman seemed destined, for me, to be.