Aoife watched him with big eyes, her mind silently calculating the probability of landing a good right-hook and pushing past him. That was a pretty good testament of her state - she was usually a pacifist when it came to this but she was fully willing to punch some guy who was trying to be nice to her and not have her eyes poked out. Once Aoife had officially dumped the idea of going into combat on the taller German, her mind decided that he could be reasonably trusted; she would just have to follow his instructions and [i]then[/i], he would let her out.

Her breath was still quick, her body still shaking and although she wanted nothing more than to rush past him into the free but dangerous open-air, his examining stares along her and his light smile made her feel that he at least had some level-head of authority. "Ok..." She murmured, barely a whisper. This was indefinitely not normal Aoife - as much as Victor was helping her, she was the one who had dragged him here and she was certainly not a damsel. She just had to get seagull-proof gloves. Those thoughts were clouded by irrationality though and she hesitantly nodded to him, her fists bunching and loosening slowly. Her whole body was as tense as a bowstring, only elevating the mental stress that was being pressed down on her.

Turning slowly, she cast her vision over the boy lying against the floor and shivered, turning her gaze back towards the tantalizing release of the outside. Shaking her head free of the eager propositions to attack Victor, she placed one foot in front of the other, dragging her shaking body towards the bay window. Aoife had regained some control of her mind but it was still deeply clouded and she had no choice in letting the emotions take their toll.

Of course, she had absolutely no idea what it was that Victor was trying to convey to her. The only piece of information that got through to her was panzer. That clicked a little with her, mainly due to her knowledge; panzer meant tank in German but also Armour. Finally, it all clicked into place with the drapes (although, this took about a minute or two due to her spent-mind).

Once she had reached the windows, she stood up on her tippy-toes, fumbling at the high-windows. If she was in a decent mental state then this either would have annoyed her or embarrassed her. She wasn't doing the best, mentally, so she chose to silently and rather obediently, follow out Victor's request. Breathing heavily, she finally pulled the drapes down and reached over, opening the windows a little wider. It wasn't much but the rush of cold air reminded her to regain some control of her breathing.

"Can I go now?" She murmured, her voice still small as she looked around the room, glancing nervously between the imposing wall and the door. She simply had to get out, there was no options for her mind, which was still reeling after peering into his memories.