She had listened, that was not something Hanz was used to, people didn't generally listen to him, well at least people who were equal or seen as greater at least. Clara was definitely an equal, and with her knowledge of<i> this</i>world she was in some ways his greater, but Hanz had no reservations about changing the balance of power. Her suggestion was good, and at it Hanz crouched down low and focused his hearing. There was a lot of noise going on, vehicles roared in the distance all around, but Hanz was able to distinguish between the various sounds and he caught the sound of multiple laundry machines, washers and dryers, running a few blocks away. The thumping and sheer amount of water blasting through hoses gave it away.<br/><br/>For a moment, a brief one at that, Hanz considered some alternates to this plan. The first main thought was whether they should wait for nightfall, the issue with that plan was that it would give their pursuers more time to catch up to them. As Clara had mentioned though their clothes presently would make them stick out like a sore thumb, but the choices were limited and it would have to be a risk that they took, together.<br/><br/>"Come with me, I found one a few blocks away, we should be able to get there without too much trouble." Famous last words, well for most people it would be famous last words, at the very least Hanz had jinxed the whole thing.<br/><br/>He took Clara by the hand, "we should look as much like a couple as possible," and led her out of the little hiding they were in and onto the sidewalk. He hoped for them to look like a couple, but they were still going to stick out, Charleston was not exactly the flamboyant city that San Francisco, New York, or a few other cities were, this was the south, not the deep south, but close enough that things were a bit more normal around here and definitely a lot more country than either one of them appeared to be.<br/><br/><i>Whoop, whoop</i>, "hold it right there!" came a male voice over a loud speaker as a Sheriff pulled up beside them less than 10 steps into the city. Hanz froze, squeezed Clara's hand a little bit to attempt to reassure her, and turned to face the officer. The sheriff got out of his car, he was a rather rotund individual whose belly hung low and covered up his belt. Hanz wondered how the man even got this law enforcement job, but he figured it was not worth questioning lest he wanted more trouble, and that was the last thing he wanted at this point.<br/><br/>The sheriff, who's name badge said<i> Doan</i>, looked both individuals up and down, his face curled and soured when he spotted the swastikas' on Hanz's pants. When he spoke next his tone was rather harsh, but one could tell he tried to maintain some calmness as well. Hanz could sense the man's heart rate, it had spiked tremendously, and already a bead of perspiration had formed where his forehead met the brim of his hat. "You all ain't from around here, that much is clear, and judging by those pants you have on sonny you don't really want to be caught around here. Most folks would skin your ass alive for wearing that. Get what you come after, make it snappy, next time you are near these parts, be a bit better dressed. Now... y'all ain't gonna give me trouble are you?"<br/><br/>As the man stated his question his right hand came to rest on his holster, the thumb slowly sliding the holder out of the way to make it easy to draw the weapon. Hanz squeezed Clara's hand, a sign not to do anything to rash, "yes, sir. We don't mean to cause you any trouble at all sir. Just a few supplies and we will be on our way. My girlfriend is having one of those womanly times so if we could be on our way."