Isolde frowned at the situation and tugged her coat closer around her body. The snow must be deep to have stranded this behemoth of a vehicle, but with the nearly whiteout conditions, she couldn't tell. She turned her attention back to Erlind as he spoke.<br/><br/>"Yes, I am a, Nazi." he had answered her first question simply.<br/><br/>Isolde gasped when Erlind casually admitted he was a Nazi. Quickly recovering, she folded her hands in her lap and nodded.<br/>He rolled his eyes and looked away for a moment, reaching out for a bottle of English gin and two glasses. "By the time I joined the Nazi Party to serve under My Führer, there were three thousand of us already. The Party became the legal government of Germany only recently in 1933, as you must know this already." Erlind leaned his shoulder a little closer to Isolde and whispered in her ears, amused. "If only you knew how many officers out there, planned the assassination of our Leader, yet failed miserably..." Pulling back slowly, he raised a half-full low ball glass. "...Gin?" He offered with a slight smile.<br/><br/>She gave him a dazzling smile in return before  replying<br/><br/>“Please.”  Isolde took a sip and it burned all the way down, which gave her a momentary pause in this bit of insanity. The taste, like pine needles and juniper berries, was the flavor of winter. This brand was high quality and had subtle undertones of orange peel along with fragrant flavors that she could not place. She cleared her throat.<br/><br/>“So you are saying that while you are not opposed to taking the lives of innocents in your mission to rid the world of the Fuhrer, you are really out for what? Revenge? The greater good? Profit? I’m a little unclear on this. And  you and the 3000 that I assume are high level demons as yourself cannot manage to kill one wretched pig eyed mortal, you think one witch might do the trick?” Isolde took another sip. “Okay. Well,”<br/><br/>A ruckus from outside the car drew her attention but she could  still see nothing in the from her window.<br/><br/>“How long do we sit here? I am not in favor of walking out because it would ruin my shoes, but I’m not in favor of sitting here and freezing parts of my anatomy either. Can’t you fly or something? What good is a demon if he can’t fly? Really.” Isolde’s eyes sparkled with mischief as the alcohol went to her head. She realized she should have eaten a bite before coming but for some curious reason, the fact that the gin was doing its work quite well really didn’t bother her.