"You were made to be a hammer, Hanz.  We were made to be knives."  Slip in, cause damage, slip out undetected.  That was what had made their pairing so deadly.  Bonding together the way they had made them practically impossible to defeat.  There was virtually no separation between the two.  Where one ended, the other began.  That was what had made them so deadly, so efficient.  Without him, Clara was having to relearn her place in the world and it was disorienting.  Something about meeting Hanz and escaping from Nowak and Company had brought back some of the old life.  Not in the exact same way but close enough that she finally felt alive again.  It was exhilarating.<br/><br/>She eyed him as he slid back onto the bed and made himself comfortable.  That answered that question about sleeping arrangements.  He was going to be on the bed.  It was up to her to figure out where she was going to sleep - on the bed or on the floor.  She'd slept on much harder surfaces and in much more uncomfortable places.  The floor in a motel room, while most likely not the cleanest, wasn't going to be all that bad.  First, though, Clara wanted a shower.  They'd been on the literal run for hours.<br/><br/>Standing up from her perch on the edge of the chair, she offered him a sweet smile.  "You are not the only person in this room who knows how to kill.  What if we flip the tables and say if I truly wanted to kill you, do you think you'd really be laying on the bed right now and looking so relaxed?"  He might have her on sheer size and brute strength but if that was all it took to defeat her, she would not be standing in this room before him.  "I'm going to take a shower and then I'm going to go to sleep.  You don't snore, do you?"  It was a gentle tease, one intended to lighten the mood a bit.<br/><br/>A simple turn placed her so she could sit down on the edge of the bed and unlace her boots before pulling them off and setting them beside the chair she had just occupied.  Then, standing up once more, she unbuttoned and unzipped the 'borrowed' jeans and began to slowly ease them down over her hips, being quite careful not to take her underwear with them.  It never occurred to her that stripping down in front of him might not be one of her best ideas.  She was a soldier, he was a soldier, what did it matter?  The shirt came off next, leaving her in her sports bra and undies, both utilitarian and nondescript.  Both borrowed items of clothes were draped carefully over the chair.  They were all she had for now and so she would take good care of them until they figured out how to get replacement clothes.<br/><br/>"You should get some rest.  I have a feeling we're going to have a long day tomorrow," she commented over her shoulder on her way to the bathroom.  A long hot shower seemed like it would be the perfect way to end the day.