Sura couldn't help feeling pity. The girl was just as scared as she was. Everyone was staring at them, more so at Sura, who had temporarily forgotten her place. "My name is Sura," she proffered, hoping it might soothe the girl somewhat. She was very pretty in spite of the mess that was her uniform. Under other circumstances, they could have been friends, but now... Sura dismissed the thought. "It won't take long, it is only one block behind this building," the Jewess wasn't sure how far the perimeter for the Occupation went on. She hoped that the girl would know and could judge its distance with that information.
 
There was a small glimmer of hope welling inside Sura. If this girl was conflicted, then perhaps there were more people of the Reich that felt the same. With some work, there was a chance they could turn the war, possibly end it. She didn't believe all Germans could be that heartless. What angered her is that they know deep down that this entire conflict was wrong, but they still followed asinine orders. They killed people against their better judgment, without a thought as to how it felt to be persecuted. 

There was not much else she could say. She stood there waiting, looking at her enemy in the eyes. Everything was a mess, all she wanted to do was fix it.