Lotte remained huddled against the wall, shivering despite the summer heat. She kept her head down as the shouts grew louder and nearer - Bran's tone and her imagination were enough to make her. Christine worried in her head, wondering about Raoul before Lotte finally asked her to please shut up, because Raoul wasn't here and wasn't ever going to come, even if things were looking decidely not like Bellum but France. Christine probably wasn't even born yet, let alone Raoul.
She suddenly wished she'd studied more in school. Especially as the shouts grew closer and Christine interrupted to say that she should move now, before she was noticed. Lotte blinked, looking up to see the crowd moving through the alley - eye-contact was made with one of the leaders by accident, but it was enough. In a moment they were pointing at her, shouting in a language Christine wouldn't translate quickly enough rushing to her and pulling her to her feet.
A startled scream escaped her, before she attempted to push them away and off her. Christine's own panic mixed with her own, only giving her a few words - spy, military, foreigner - before Lotte began begging to be released. She was shoved through the crowd, arms bruised and tugged each way as they continued to shout at her in French.