His heart was racing.  Immediately, she tensed, ready to spring up and fight off whatever danger was lurking.  Except Hanz didn't move.  There was no clear and present danger.  He was upset for another reason.  Curiously, she tipped her head to one side and prepared to listen.<br/><br/>What she heard was not at all what she expected him to say.  Grizzly bear bones, DNA,<i>shapeshifters</i>- it was all just so bizarre.  But was it really any more bizarre than the story of her own creation?  Clara didn't know all the details the way Hanz did but she knew enough to know that what she was wasn't quote-unquote normal.  The constant poking and prodding and examinations by good old Dr. Nowak only cemented that fact as truth.  How had he learned all this information though?  Was he making it all up?  His casual sharing of what he obviously believed to be true was so thorough and detailed.  She searched his face for any signs of lying but he was telling the truth.<br/><br/>Or he believed what he was saying to be the truth.<br/><br/>So focused was she on the story he was telling her that she missed the subtle change of his voice that hinted at thirst.  It took him requesting a drink for her to notice.  A smile flashed quickly across her face as she stood up, not to follow him but to walk beside him as he headed toward the water fountain.  Maintaining the ruse that they were a happy couple was crucial as long as Doan was hanging around.<br/><br/>As he drank, she faced outward to watch the street and the people on the sidewalk, one hand shielding her eyes from the sun.  People scurried past them, caught in their own errands.  There was only a pause in the crowd when he straightened; it was impossible to not notice such a large man.  One small child pointed and tugged on her mother's leg, trying to get the woman to notice but as so often happens, the adult was too occupied to pay attention to the wonders of a child.<br/><br/>"You have water in your beard."  Reaching up, she carefully wiped the stray droplets away before bending her head to take her own drink from the fountain.  It wasn't chocolate milk, her favorite drink, but it was better than nothing.   Thirst satisfied, she glanced up at her companion.  "I still don't quite understand the Nazis.  They were squashed after World War Two.  They never created a unified anything let alone something....or someone...like you."