As Clara's eyes darted through the scenery Hanz could see what they were focusing on, abandoned bags, and while he didn't know exactly what they were for his experience with diaper bags was nonexistent Hanz figured something valuable was inside. Furthermore he concluded that these people were good people, honest and hard working, not nearly the kind of people they planned to rob later in the evening. He also realized, sadly, that they needed food and there wasn't much they could do to get it without money of some kind.<br/><br/>He felt her hand, their palms pressed together, and as she tugged him forward Hanz dug in and stopped her, tightening his grip if necessary. "I think I understand idea you have. I don't like it, but I see few other options, you take what we need, nothing more, got it?" He whispered harshly toward her, his voice commanding and the question less of a question and more of a demand. If she agreed he would follow her willingly, if she did not agree then he would take drastic measures to stop her. He had done enough evil in his lifetime, it was time to do some good, but as he said the options were limited at best and so a small evil to help them survive.<br/><br/>Hanz wanted so badly to blindly trust her, but Clara was new to him, and while she seemed good and wholesome she also seemed somehow reckless. It wasn't that she had done anything stupid yet, but it appeared to him that she wanted to get away from these people, this Nowak person so badly that she would do almost anything. The determination was not unlike his own, and knowing that he had done some reckless things in his path to escape it wouldn't surprise Hanz if she would do them as well especially given their similarities.