Gentleness was not at all what she expected from Hanz.  In all their interactions, he had been sheer brute force and anger wrapped up into one package.  Yet here he was, tracing his finger along her back to ensure she was merely bruised and not broken.  Clara hissed softly as that finger ran across the tender parts of her body, shifting ever so slightly to lessen little flashes of soreness.  Her knuckles flashed white as her grip tightened on the fistful of towel she was holding against her chest.  He spoke and she cocked her head, focusing on his words and not the deep rumble of his voice.  No, nothing was out of place except for the strange way it felt to be engaging in these post-fight rituals with someone who wasn't Reed and who was the person who had caused her injuries.<br/><br/>She tensed as his legs came around both sides of her and his hands found her shoulders.  It wasn't much, nothing a normal human would notice.  Just a stiffening of her spine and a squaring of her shoulders but Clara knew Hanz would miss nothing.  She forced herself to take a deep breath and relax.  "I was definitely not prepared for everything that happened since Nowak sent me out."  A small little smile formed - finding a time-traveling supersoldier wasn't anywhere near what she'd been expecting to find when she left the Facility, let alone one who claimed the Nazis were still in power.<br/><br/>His thumbs worked her muscles gently but efficiently.  Clara could feel the bits of tension she'd been holding in her body slowly melting away.  A wave of relaxation rolled down her body, making her skin prickle with goosebumps.  Her eyes closed then opened in a slow blink.  The sheer amount of energy expended combined with far fewer calories than she was used to was making her feel sleepy.  Rest was exactly what her body needed.<br/><br/>The only problem was there was only one bed.<br/><br/>Clara twisted and dipped her shoulder, stepping forward and turning at the same time so she was facing him, offering a half-smile at the same time.  He'd already made it pretty clear that he was claiming at least half of the bed and since she wasn't keen on curling up on the floor, she was going to claim the other half.  "Which side do you want?" Closer to the door had its advantages and disadvantages just like being closest to the bathroom.<br/><br/>She also needed something to sleep in.  Pulling back on her stolen clothes wasn't especially something she wanted to do.  Sleeping in the towel wasn't going to happen.  It was itchy and wasn't going to stay on anyway.  Her teeth chewed lightly on her bottom lip as she tried to figure out what she could use for makeshift pajamas.  Clara's eyes landed on his shirt folded neatly on the chair.  "Can I wear that to bed?" she asked as her eyes moved back to meet his.