With the knock on the door came a momentary bout of anxiety. It came with the territory, after spending years fearing a knock on the door - to actually break that habit was going to take a while. Realizing that she was perfectly safe in her cabin, she looked at the clock. Right on time, she could appreciate that in a person. Of course, she wasn't really known for being punctual, she got things done, don't question that, but she didn't get them done in the most timely of fashion.
"Oui! Yes... come in, come in." Opening the door a little wider, she stepped to the side to allow him to enter. Sam was something new to her. A male who was willing to give her space, and didn't want to kill her? It was almost startling in Emmanuelle's mind. She wasn't used to men like him - charming, smart and insightful were rare traits to be found in the Nazi's... or maybe it wasn't, Emmanuelle just wasn't willing to get to know the Nazi's. That was another thing, Sam was not a Nazi, he didn't kill hundreds of people just because of their religion, their race, or their creed. He seemed far more tolerant than others, and willing to fight for the right things.
While Sam might have belonged in the 1940s, Emmanuelle knew the 21st Century was where she was supposed to be. An era of radical change, and freedom to do and say things that would get a person killed back in the 40s. Yes, she belonged in the modern era, where her free thinking and speech could be appreciated and not condemned.