While Clara seemed to be playing along when she went to open her mouth Hanz could feel every muscle in his massive frame tense up. Short of squeezing her hand clean off he could feel his grip tightening, his eyes narrowed, and the various different ways this scenario could play out started to go through his head.<i> Porky pig here is gonna die, she's gonna say something stupid, he's gonna try to pull that weak pistol, and then his head is gonna come clean off, fucking hell.<br/>
</i><br/>Then the words rolled off her tongue like sweet honey, an agreement with Sheriff Doan, a conversation, and soon they were actually in the clear. It was a miracle, a standoff that didn't end in bloodshed or violence, Hanz had hope for this new world he had found after all. The moment and the situation caught up to him so much that he almost missed the queue to leave, but his heightened senses assured that he did not miss the subtle tug of Clara's hand and off they went once more toward the laundry mat.<br/><br/>The plan had somehow been successful thus far, even for as impromptu as it was, though that was not all that shocking to Hanz, he was enhanced, able to think and strategize better than a normal human to go along with the physical attributes that would make an Olympic athlete jealous. Across the street they went, at an appropriate intersection, and then they entered the laundry mat, several machines were running and yet hardly anyone was in there.<br/><br/>"Do the people in your world have trust in each other to leave their belongings like this?" He whispered the question low enough that only Clara's keen hearing would have been able to pick it up as he began to look through the windows of the dryers until he found what appeared to be male clothing. The question would be whether or not it fit him. Since there were a couple of people they weren't going to get much of a shot at this, looking in multiple dryers would begin to attract too much attention.<br/><br/>As luck would have it he found some clothes in the dryer that fit, more or less, and soon Hanz looked like a more bad ass version of Paul Bunyon in a red checkered button up shirt and some blue jeans after he came out of the bathroom with the new clothes on.