Fancy walked away from Charlie and headed into the bathroom.
"And you do not think they Germans are watching them? That they do not know there Americans flying those planes up there?" She got a washcloth and ran it under some cool water. "You are young, strong, injured." she wrung most of the water out of the rag and returned to Charlie.
She reached up and held the wash rag against a healing cut on his forehead, she sighed.
"Just stay with me awhile, sil vous plait? Let me give you a safe place to rest, and I'll see what I can do about getting you papers." she offered.