[i]"Please, I am well aware it is late. There was a gunshot coming from this area, and wanted to make sure everyone was okay. But I have no home to go back to, even if I wanted to." She paused. "My name is Ruth and I am part of the British forces that were sent in to assist France. I mean no harm."Please, let me in. I can assist you in anyway you need." At this point, Ruth just wanted to feel useful for once. "[/i]
 
“No home..no home of course not...no one’s got a home anymore. The germans made sure of that…” the old man grumbled under his breath. Clarice started making her way to the door, hearing the young woman’s pleas. She knew Doc wasn’t happy, but he wouldn’t object. He had a soft spot for younger women, ever since his daughter had died. There was no way he could turn her away. Clairce placed a gentle hand on Doc as she opened the door a bit, finally getting a good look. 
 
“Well come in then, quickly,” she ushered, glancing for any signs of an ambush in the dark ally. “A friend of France is a friend of ours. I’m just putting on a kettle,” Clarice said as she locked the door behind the young woman. “Uh, hold on let me get something to dry you off though. That’s a lot of mud. What were you doing, crawling here?” Clarice asked as she made her way to Doc’s trunk filled with spare clothes. She was just pulling out a large flannel shirt when she paused. “Where’s the rest of your unit?” Clarice asked skeptically, finally giving the woman a once over.