A polite smile formed as Hanz tried to offer an explanation for what she'd experienced.  Pack mentality just seemed far to simple a term to encompass what had felt like finding a missing part of her body that she didn't even know she was missing.  It wasn't his fault, after all, and if the Nazis had truly kept him separate from anyone else, he would have no way of knowing just how much it hurt, physically and emotionally.  It was why she'd never tried to escape from Nowak before now.  Without Reed, she just hadn't cared enough to be on her own for a long time.  Something about that morning of poking and prodding followed by running free through the trees had lit a spark in her mind that she had far too much life to live.<br/><br/>Her eyes were wary as he sat down across from her, her whole body going still as he placed his hands on her knees.  They were so big his fingers came a good distance up her thighs.  Clara's nostrils flared slightly as she inhaled but did not immediately exhale.  "I'm not going back there," she said, her words clipped and short.  "I don't care how many of us there are.  The things they did to us, to me, were horrible things to do to a child and it didn't get better as we grew older."  She shook her head.  "No, Hanz.  It's not worth it."<br/><br/>Despite every reservation, she had about him, thanks to the rough way he’d treated her, something about the warmth of his hands on her legs was vaguely comforting. Her mouth opened, a slight inhale signaling she was about to say something. Clara shook her head slightly. No, he was still largely unknown.  Telling him everything she knew would be unwise but maybe perhaps she could tell him<i>something</i>.  She cleared her throat quietly, her hands hovering in the air before falling to rest on the arms of the chair.<br/><br/>"I don't know much, just what I was able to figure out over the years.  I know we weren't born, we were<i>made</i>.  Grown somehow."  Clara shifted in the chair, her shoulders rising then falling.  "We were never viewed as real people, just experiments.  Run faster, jump higher, over and over again.  Once, Nowak made me sit in a tub of ice water to figure out how long it would take me to become hypothermic."  Avoiding his eyes as she spoke was easy enough but as she finished, she dared to peek up at him to gauge his reaction.  It seemed highly likely that he'd been put through similar experiences so she wasn't expecting any sort of pity party.