Running through the forest was exhilarating.  Rarely had she been able to just let go like this.  There were always humans to consider, humans to keep safe, humans to deal with.  But not now.  Now it was only Clara and, keeping pace with her, Hanz.  As much as she didn't want to like the man, she couldn't help but be mildly impressed with the way he managed to keep up with her.  Still, she dared not risk any sort of glance behind her to see where he was.<br/><br/>Over the river and through the woods, far away from Dr. Nowak and his scientific tests and experiments they went.  Their human pursuers were not able to keep up with them terribly long although the soldiers tried their best.  The overwhelming feeling of being chased dissipated the further away they got from the facility that had been her home for over a year.  She knew there was a pressure-activated security system that alerted Nowak and his minions to activity in the land surrounding the labs but she didn't know how far out they were placed.<br/><br/>Better to just run.<br/><br/>Clara would have ignored the sign, would have kept running until she collapsed just to make sure she was far from Nowak's reach.  Hanz shouting at her to stop brought her to a stop before she turned around to stare at him.  He wanted to blend in yet he was soaked in sweat.  Her expression was unreadable for a moment before she nodded at him.  Bringing her hands up, she rested them on top of her head as she began to pace back and forth and in figure-eights.<br/><br/>"You're right," she admitted begrudgingly.  They did need to blend in.  They were going to stick out like a sore thumb if they waltzed into town dressed like they were - him in a sweat-soaked t-shirt and Nazi pants and her dressed like some movie super spy in a skintight suit.  They needed clothes, they needed money, they needed shelter.  And if the rumbling in her stomach was any indication, they were going to need food.<br/><br/>She stopped her pacing but could not stay still, her weight shifting and rocking from side to side.  "We need to change clothes first otherwise we're going to have problems."  Her steel-blue eyes dropped to his pants.  "Those," one finger pointed then circled, "are likely to get you arrested or killed.  You know if there laundromats nearby?"  Stealing clothes out of a dryer was likely to be their best bet.