Could you blame her for making assumptions? Her history with Nazi's was not the greatest. If Zoller actually knew what she went through, perhaps he would be more understanding about her apprehension. Instead, he made things worse for her. Sitting at that table with Goebbels was awkward enough, but then to have Landa there was just too painful. The way he spoke, the way he held himself was enough to make her both terrified and mournful. She was never given a chance to mourn the death of her parents and brother. Instead, their lives were taken beneath a farm house. Having Zoller around her felt wrong and disrespected everything her parents died for. His charm made her so uncomfortable and wary, she just wanted to push him away, smack him and tell him to get a clue.
While it hurt her admit this, she did agree with Zoller. The movies this cinema was showing were awful. She couldn't understand how such a simple thing as movies could be ruined by modern times. The color in films fascinated her, and the technology was beyond anything she could comprehend but the films? They were horrible. A man in an iron suit running around shooting laser beams out of his arms? A greek ogre who befriends a donkey? A group of old woman spending money and getting in awkward situations? It was beyond Emmanuelle's understanding as to why people would actually want to pay to see these films.
"I'm sure." Was her response to numerous things happening before he killed hundreds of Jews. Glancing up at him, arms tightened around her body. The way he looked at her made her uncomfortable, like she was some sort of piece of artwork on display for him. She couldn't understand his obsession with her, she was a no body. She tried so hard to make herself scarce, to stay out of the limelight and off the radar of Nazi's. Fredrick Zoller was ruining all of that, he was persistent. The fact that no matter where she went he somehow showed up there as well made her uncomfortable.
"All right, all things considered. You?" Inwardly chastising herself for starting small talk with him, she just bit her tongue and remained quiet. Quiet. That's what saved her life time and time again, it was just second nature. Those that Emmanuelle didn't know too well usually described her as being quiet. She knew she wasn't supposed to talk too much, and it was safer to remain silent and unnoticed than loud and obnoxious. In her time it was safer just being a wallflower. Fredrick was the type that liked to talk, so she could just be polite and nod her head and he would do all the talking.