[She gulps, and stares up at the man with wide eyes. He's not looking at her, but she thinks that maybe he can feel her uncertainty reeking off of her if she does this.]
With you.
[She glances back toward the stairs, toward the children that are stuck here along with her. Her eyes briefly head back over toward Frau Dittrich, and eventually back on this stranger. This very demanding and authoritative stranger. She knows that she longs to leave this place, even if she'll miss some of the children. She doesn't think this is the right place for her, that maybe she's meant for more than this.
So it's with hope that maybe this man knows her and knows her place that she eventually nods, and turns to run up the stairs. She returns a few minutes later with a small bag containing her nightclothes. With minimal hesitation, she finds herself at the stranger's side.]
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With you.
[She glances back toward the stairs, toward the children that are stuck here along with her. Her eyes briefly head back over toward Frau Dittrich, and eventually back on this stranger. This very demanding and authoritative stranger. She knows that she longs to leave this place, even if she'll miss some of the children. She doesn't think this is the right place for her, that maybe she's meant for more than this.
So it's with hope that maybe this man knows her and knows her place that she eventually nods, and turns to run up the stairs. She returns a few minutes later with a small bag containing her nightclothes. With minimal hesitation, she finds herself at the stranger's side.]
Before we leave, I should know where we're going.