Lucy laughed a little, nodding. "Yes, I suppose that makes me sound much less like a madwoman now you know I work for the paper." She wished she had mentioned it earlier before telling Nicholas where she had recognized him from. She had been so excited for company that she didn't realize how insane she probably sounded.
"They've sent me here to cover the occupation." Her voice was quiet again, almost a whisper. "The Germans, they know I'm here, but they're not too happy about it. Been going round their offices almost every day trying to get a word with even the lowest ranking Nazi. Apparently so are a handful of other newspapers. I spoke with an American chap outside their building a week ago, but I haven't seen him since." Lucy didn't want to say what she thought happened to the short balding man with the kind face, partly because one of her biggest fears was being taken away herself.