Everything happened so fast, Ryan didn't know what to think. He sighed a breath of relief as the two left him alone. So that guy, Rolf, was one of the enemies. No. Here, he was the enemy, and that German was one of the good guys... This place was much different than England. He was sure he wasn't going to leave this place in one piece if he didn't act fast, but first he needed to let his leg heal. He looked up as the woman came back to him. "Aletta, right? Report me if that's what your heart's telling you to do. And no need to thank me. I don't believe I'm in any shape to kill anyone right now, not that I would even if I weren't injured... You seem like a good person..." Great. His luck was running out. He knew that the moment he was reported, he would be put to death. This was a war and just being here, in the nest of the enemy was bad for him, the worst crime he could ever commit. He looked in her hands and saw the food she brought him. "Thank you, but I really am not that hungry at the moment..." He lied, though his stomach was grumbling as he said it.