"Hello, Dude. Look, I know, first contact, uh-maaaazing repercussions, mind blown, whatever. Can I use your phone?"
"Uh, what?"
"Your phone." Meitnerium made the standard 'entering a communo-code string into a transgalactophone hailing system' motion with her hands and left foot. Dude just looked at her like she was crazy.
"Uhm. What?"
"I need to call a towing company! Oh, forget it. You probably can't dial out from this place, anyway." She rolled her eyes. "It's a good thing I've got a car phone. Could one of you dive down and get it before--"
The car exploded with a muffled underwater whoomph, sending a geyser thirty feet into the air. Water splattered down like rain, soaking Dude and re-soaking Meitnerium. A steaming chunk of dashboard embedded itself in the ground a few feet away.
"Oh, great," Meitnerium pouted. "Well, this sucks. Now what?"
"Uh, so, is this like... a publicity stunt?"
"A what?"
"You look like you're... from a movie, or something."
Meitnerium beamed. "Really? Wow, thanks! I did a little modeling when I was little -- just children's ocular implants for the Searszxlz catalogue, though... you really think I've got what it takes to be an actress?"
"Uh, I don't know, dude," Dude laughed, "you sure look like you're from a movie to me, you know? And this is, like, where all the movies get made, so..."
There were stars in Meitnerium's eyes. Wow! Here she was, in the dream factory ... of a redneck backwater crudhole, yes, but you had to start somewhere. Maybe she could make it big in foreign film first, then transition into a normal career on Hollyworld. It would beat college, that's for sure. And she had to do SOMETHING while she was waiting to be rescued from this little hunk of rock.