He was an immovable wall against her forward motion and when he didn't step forward like she expected him to, the momentum turned her around to face him and brought her forward a few steps.  Only her other hand on his chest stopped her from crashing into his broad wall of muscle.  Steel-blue eyes flashed with something akin to anger as she looked up.<br/><br/>He didn't trust her.<br/><br/>Reed would have trusted her implicitly.<br/><br/>Hanz wasn't Reed.  She knew that but it was impossible not to compare them, not when she had wound up with Hanz through a series of crazy events.  The urge to yank her hand away and stomp off to follow through with her plan was strong.<br/><br/>The tone of his voice was stronger.<br/><br/>She stayed where she was, almost pressed against his body, a scowl twisting her face.  "I'm not a thief," she hissed.  "We're hungry and they're stupid enough to leave their money out where anyone can just help themselves then they deserve to lose it."  Her hand twisted under his, gauging exactly how tight he was holding her hand.  There was a pretty decent chance she could tear herself away and run like hell.  He was so solidly bulky that if she got a head start, she could get away from him.  Running through the various scenarios that were bound to happen should she decide to run, Clara came to the conclusion that it was better to stick by his side.  For now.<br/><br/>That didn't mean she had to be happy about it though.<br/><br/>The rumbling of an empty stomach made up her mind for her.  "We're going to have to get our hands on some money and there is money just sitting out there for the taking.  We're not doing anything that is going to harm them.  They probably won't even notice."  Assuming that he'd agree with her very rational argument, she turned to head toward the playground one more time.