When Marie-Élise gazed across the heat of the crowded room, her eyes widened. In the resistance, they intentionally ensured that as few people as possible knew of any other person in the movement. Thus, when Marie-Élise had information to prove or needed to receive special instructions, she used coded messages and pre-identified locations where she could either deliver or receive her instructions. But once, curiosity had overwhelmed her and she had lingered hidden until the message she had dropped off was picked up.<br/><br/>The man who had taken her message from the drop site was now standing across the room dressed in evening clothes and speaking with a German officer. Marie could not help the small smile that flirted across her face. She had known that she was not the only one in the resistance working this room, but to have it confirmed added a little extra spark to the night. Just then a stunning German woman began to speak to her in the kind of French that made Marie-Élise feel just a little inferior. Her French while Parisian had a slightly lower class touch, a blue collar tone reflecting the neighborhood in which she grew up.<br/><br/>Her eyes briefly flickered with fear as they did when anyone paid her attention in this Nazi house of horrors, but the woman’s voice was not cruel and she touched on the one thing that always calmed Marie-Élise, sewing. The smaller dark haired girl looked up with a smile. “Bien sûr, je peux vous aider. “ She was already reaching into her pocket for her sewing kit. “Peut-être que nous pouvons aller aux toilettes où il sera plus facile d'y remédier. “ She said gesturing to the nearest elegant ladies room. It would be so much easier to conduct the repair in privacy. With a shy smile, she showed that she very much understood the woman’s anxiety of avoid incurring the general’s wrath.<br/>