The woman repeated herself, with such conviction it was hard to ignore. The German’s had lost, but he knew better, he knew that they had won, so either history had not been recorded properly or he had travelled dimensions. He remembered reading up about the theory of time travel, how it wasn’t always linear and that sometimes you would end up in the time you desired, but in a reality different from the one you left. This was a distinct possibility, and one that he now strongly considered as he honed in on the woman’s heartbeat, which was controlled, and smell. Nothing there indicated to him that she would be lying, perhaps a bit flustered, the snarling of her teeth were a definite indicator that she was upset with him, or perhaps the situation she found herself in.<br/><br/><br/>Hanz realized in the moment that perhaps he should have been listening more carefully. She had indeed invited him to run off with her, so perhaps there was something not quite right about what these people who sent her out after him were doing with her. As he was lost in thought, which didn’t take long at all he had felt her test his strength as he held her down still. She had failed to introduce herself and that was a somewhat alarming concept, especially considering he had willingly told her his name when inquired about it.<br/><br/><br/>Then her hands were suddenly free of his grip, he heard the joints in her thumbs pop to make it happen, that must have hurt, and in an instant he gripped her shoulders from the sides and pushed off with his knees, twisting his body to the left he stood her up as he stood himself. From there he let go of her. His tone switched, more gentle, curious, and with some urgency that she had displayed earlier. “If what you say is true, can you prove it to me? Tell me your name or I shall call you Frauline, and please lead the way from these men.” As he finished that he could sense the presence of more men, footsteps just outside the compound she had left, and while they were a few miles away time was now of the essence to leave. His Nazi emblazoned pants were going to make it difficult to hide, but that was the least of his concerns at the moment.