The woman's eyes narrowed as Taras spoke, clearly suspicious of his accent. This changed to surprise and a cry of shock rapidly as, to her perspective, her gun simply flew apart for no reason, followed by both Lilliane and Till informing her that, yes, she was outmatched, either by the small group she was facing or the Germans who would shortly be arriving, and she should probably take them somewhere a tad safer before she had to test the latter.

It took just a moment of thought to decide she should probably do as she was asked. '[i]Follow me,[/i]' she uttered as she turned and began moving away, gesturing in kind for the sake of those who clearly didn't understand what she was saying.

The surrounding streets, thankfully, had yet to show signs of any German activity, or indeed too much awareness of the shootout that had recently taken place. This changed swiftly, the sound of soldiers in the near distance enhancing the urgency of the situation, but it thankfully didn't take too long for them to reach the destination the woman had in mind: an alleyway, and in turn an unremarkable brown door, swiftly unlocked and everybody ushered in and up a connecting flight of stairs with hushed 'In, in, in's and 'Up, up, up's from the woman, this time in accented English. Once everyone was through the entrance, she looked around the area once more before entering herself and locking the door behind her several times over, following them up to what must have been an intermediary safe room, for it was relatively undecorated save bland floral wallpaper, hastily put-together bedding and cloth-cushioned floorboards, and a kitchen with barely the essential utensils. Only once the doorway into this room was closed and locked did she let herself relax ever so slightly.

'...so, you claim to not be with the Boche,' she began slowly, eyeing each of them with concern, though evidently laying Lilliane's share of that upset upon Till in particular. 'This does not ensure you aren't helping them, nor does it make us friends. Nonetheless, you have seen the, ah, freaks? The, how do you say...' She frowned and twirled her hand for a moment, clearly trying to summon the phrasing to mind. '[i]Ghouls? Possessed men?[/i] The English escapes me, but the ones that appear to be "away from home". And survived, in fact. I wonder how.'

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