It was not lost on Veronika the look that the girl had on her face as she looked across the room.  There was a man there, a civilian, that she clearly recognized....and was surprised to see.  It could be nothing....but Dresdner took note of the man, as well as whom he was speaking too, and decided that she would find him later for a conversation.  One of the benefits of being SS was that if she tortured the man for information and he proved not to have any...well....he was simply a French Civilian.  He would simply disappear and no one would ever know what happened to him.<br/><br/>But the look she gave him spoke volumes...and Veronika would have bet her last Reichsmark on them both being Resistance.  Yes, this little one would prove most useful.<br/><br/>When she initially made her request, the girl had responded with a flash of fear simply at her presence.  However, once she realized what was being asked, she relaxed....and even invited her into the ladies room to take care of the problem.  Veronika smiled at her and nodded....gesturing for her to lead the way. "Merci tellement! Vous êtes un épargnant de vie!" she said as they went.  (Thank you so much!  You are a life saver!)<br/><br/>Once they'd safely reached the ladies room, Veronika locked the door behind them, blushing a bit....as if she was embarrassed and didn't want anyone walking in on them. Her uniform jacket was undone with a few buttons and left to hang open.  Next she reached behind her and unzipped her uniform skirt, then stepped out of it.  Veronika was in the habit of dressing up beneath her uniform.  While she managed to make her uniform look quite good, she always felt better when she wasn't forced to wear the standard issue underthings.  She had certainly taken full advantage of being in Paris since her arrival and had purchased several new items from a lingerie shop, which she was now wearing.  She had on a pair of nude colored silk stalkings held up with a dark red lace garter belt.  The panties she wore with them matched.  With her jacket hanging open, it was easy to see through her uniform blouse and find that the bra she was wearing also matched.<br/><br/>Veronika handed over her skirt...blushing a bit and wondering if Marie-Élise would take notice.  Multiple parts of her hoped she would....the devious side because that would allow her to exert a form of control over the girl.  If she could develop a relationship with her, then they would have a basis for future dealings.  However, another part of her wanted Marie to notice because....if had simply been so long since she'd been with anyone.  Felt a warm, soft body pressed against her and the pleasure that came with that.  Just the thought of it nearly made her whimper, but she stifled it before anything made it past her lips.<br/><br/>"J'ai peur que je ne sache pas votre nom. Le dirigeant qui vous a indiqué dehors moi a seulement dit que vous étiez un ouvrière couturier. Mon nom est Veronika. Il fait tout à fait beau de vous rencontrer." (I am afraid I do not know your name. The officer who pointed you out to me only said you were a seamstress.  My name is Veronika.  It is quite nice to meet you.)<br/><br/>