It would make sense to enter a motel room and make oneself comfortable, taking shoes off, testing the bed, checking out the small bathroom, turning on the television to see if it got any good channels.  Clara did none of that.  She wasn't quite ready to make herself at home.  Carefully, she placed the key on the dresser next to the TV and turned to face the large man that was between her and the door.<br/><br/>"You're huge, Hanz."  And it was more than true.  The top of her head barely came up to his shoulder and he was built like a solid block of muscle.  "And you threw me into a tree.  I'd say that gives me a pretty good reason to be nervous about being trapped in a small room with you."  At the end of the day, it didn't matter how strong or fast she was engineered to be; he had her on sheer size alone and that was a hell of an advantage.  She raked a hand through her hair, trying to push the messy strands back into some semblance of order tucked behind her ears.<br/><br/>Her eyes darted to the bed then back up to his face.  "There's also only one bed in here.  I don't know about you but I haven't shared a bed with someone since--"<i>since Reed</i>.  "Well, in a very long time."  She coughed and cleared her throat, hoping like hell it covered the minute bit of sadness she allowed to wash over herself before she could get it back under control.  A large part of her was hoping they wouldn't have to share the bed, that maybe they'd take turns sleeping or someone would curl up on the floor but there was that very small, very animal part of her that very much missed curling up against a warm body.<br/><br/>Goddamnit, no!  She wasn't supposed to be entertaining that thought at all.  He had thrown her into a tree and tried to fight her!<br/><br/>Clara sighed and tried to push those thoughts away.  "So what now?  What happens tomorrow?  We stick together?  Do we go our separate ways?  What's your plan?"