Lilliane didn't add much to the going conversation. Not really much for her to say. While Alouise coming forward was a brave thing to do, Lilliane didn't feel the need to dog pile sympathy onto the girl. At this time, many people across Europe suffered from similar stories. Even with someone telling their story right in front of her, Lilliane didn't react in any meaningful way. Callous and cold, maybe. For someone in her line of work, however, sympathy was a weakness if not used as a tool.

The words 'collaborater' wanted to fly from Till's lips. He smelled a rat; her entire family taken, her found innocent? What had she done to prove that to the boche? But he didn't. He bit his tongue. "Staying here would only cause more problems.「(Don't Fear) The Reaper has already spoke of protocols and agents arriving here soon. We should meet with this Lilly and leave quickly, and hope that the reparations on Orleans are as light as possible." A whole restaurant of dead nazis. He could already see the bodies swinging from the gallows as payback.

Alouise glance between each member of the group as they either offered their agreement to meet Lily the Pink, or remained silent. Soon enough, she nodded, and pulled out a piece of paper, along with a pen to write on it. She made no particular effort to hide her writing, and anyone who looked over her shoulder would see the following:

Lil,

Five new employees. Extremely high aspirations for their work. Please meet gayly.

Alo.

‘Actually, you know what?’ Kiara piped up abruptly, having snapped out of some deep thought. ‘I think I’d like to stay here, if that’s alright. You’ll need help just as much as this lot, Alouise, and if there’s anybody with the Stand to tackle an influx of Germans, it’s me. They’ll do fine without me, I reckon.’

A slight moment of surprise followed, complete with a soft ‘Oh’, and then Alouise tacitly crossed out the five in her note, replacing it with a four and smiling in her direction. ‘I appreciate it greatly, Miss Oscuro. If you’re sure they’ll be okay, then I have no doubt you’ll be an excellent ally.

‘As for the rest of you, I’ll ensure this note is sent ahead with haste,’ Alouise continued. ‘But otherwise, as Mister... je m'excuse, I never got your name, sir?’ She gestured to Till.

‘Till. Till Lindmann, madame... oiselle?’ The reply came along with a soft smile. Alouise nodded promptly, smiling back in turn.

‘Oui. As Mister Lindmann says, it would be wise for the rest of you to make haste. Ask any questions you have now before you leave, then head to Paris, seek out Lily, and for goodness’ sake, try not to get into too many fights if you can. Nobody wishes for injured recruits.’

@Yankee@Zoey Boey@OwO@Lady Selune

Chloe raised her eyebrows and nodded at Kiara's decision. "All righty." She said, slapping Kiara on the shoulder in congratulations.

"Hope ya got a messenger pigeon, because we're fast. Quick. Lethal." She knife chopped the air. "Gonna cut right to the heart of the infection. Like a scalpel. Then, phwip, cut it out. Boom. Done. Home in time for tea." She smirked confidently. "Good luck you two. See ya!" She gave a two fingered salute.

"To Paris!" She spun haphazardly on her heel, stuck the cigarette back between her lips and was out the door and down the stairs. Emerging onto the street she exhaled some of the smoke and rolled her shoulder. She jogged to the left, but came a stop. Backing up, she waited for Lilliane to come out.

"Which way is Paris again?" Yonaka asked. Whoever ends up leading the way, it definitely shouldn't be the woman who was under the impression they were already in Paris.

Till would follow the group out, having now gingerly donned his coat once more. Adjusting his cufflinks slightly, he would slip his sunglasses back on, then turn to look towards Yonaka with an expression of slight incredulity on his face. "May I have a cigarette please? As for Paris..." He raised his hand up and looked towards the sky- seeing where the sun was. Looking back down at his watch, and with a little umming and aahing, he would point towards a direction. "Paris is North-East from here. Only the Germans are permitted cars, so we'll have to walk there... And unfortunately for you, I happen to be a male within fighting age, so we'll be attracting attention."