Running, he had done so much of it recently that it was almost second nature, he hated it, but he hated the prospect of dying even more. While he lacked fear of the men who were undoubtedly coming after them he also understood that they likely had more weapons like the one he had swatted from Clara's hands. Whatever this Clara was she clearly had reason to keep running from the men, from the facility, and he was unsure of why. It ate at Hanz on the inside like a termite slowly chewing away at the foundation of a house. He wanted to ask her so many questions, they were on the tip of his tongue, but the urgency was present. The scents he got from her conveyed that, not to mention she took off running faster than she had before when they collided.<br/><br/>What choice did he have? He needed to learn more about her, so run he did, and with a top speed of around 35 miles per hour he was more than capable of keeping up with her. Despite his unfamiliarity with the exact layout of the forest here, since things had definitely changed from his timeline.<i> Snap</i>... a branch caught him in the shoulder, a minor annoyance,<i> crack...</i>another one caught him in the left thigh. A low grumble formed from deep within, frustrated at getting hit by the foliage he focused his eyes a bit better and began to use a bit more grace over brute force.<br/><br/>There was something exhilarating about running like they were. Hanz enjoyed it to an extent, which was a lot considering he had been running from murderous Nazis for a while. This was different though, he had a partner, one who may not have trusted him very much yet, but a partner nonetheless. There was resentment, anger, perhaps some fear from her, and then this sadness, a mixture of emotions, none of them positive, but each one distinctly there inside of her and on the surface. There was plenty of time to observe her movements, watch her body in the glimpses of running through deep forest, a few small towns were bypassed along the way, and then a sign came up,<i> Welcome to Charleston</i>, he recognized that name, but not anything else he saw. From what he could sense though this city had far more activity than most, perhaps a good place to blend in.<br/><br/>"Stop!" He shouted towards Clara, his muscles were tired, the town seemed to be as good as any. Then after a few huffs and puffs of deep air he spoke once more, "this... should work, I hope. We need to blend in, then we need to have a talk." Sweat had formed everywhere on his body, his shirt was soaked through, his hair on his head saturated as well, and his heart pounded in his chest. Running for over an hour like that had indeed taken a bit of a toll on the man.