"I have worked a cinema before, I know what to do. I doubt this resort has a requirement for Jew killers and gave you what you're second best at." Blue eyes met his hazel stare hesitantly as she felt the ladder digging into her back. Back home she would never dream of saying that to him, but without the threat of the Third Reich hunting her, she was given a little more confidence. More confidence to speak out against the enemy without threat of being killed. How can she be killed? She's all ready been shot once, and shot at numerous times. The last thing she was worried about here was dying. Death she didn't not fear.
She honestly wanted to run away from him, he was unpredictable, and his persistent nature was driving her crazy. The way he completely ignored the signs that SCREAMED she wanted him to go away made her annoyed. Fredrick Zoller must be delusional. That's the only excuse she could give him for still standing there attempting to talk to her. As he kept talking, Emmanuelle began to noticed a few people lingering around them. A few of them were watching them intensely, trying to listening to their conversation, others were munching on popcorn watching them like they were some sort of movie. The entire situation was making her uncomfortable and nervous. So many eyes on her and no where to run? It was her biggest fear right before her and Zoller didn't help it.
Glancing away from him, her body tensed up as he leaned forward to whisper near her ear. She could hear his words, which were mixed with her racing heart. Anxiety filled her head as a hand lifted to press against his shoulder, hoping to keep him back. Once he was done saying what he had to, nails dug into his shoulder slightly, as she pushed him back completely. It wasn't a hard push, it was just enough to get him out of her personal bubble. She didn't like people being so closed to her, especially people she didn't trust. She wanted to punch him, but she wasn't sure what kind of retaliation that might bring - she also didn't know if he had a gun on him... like last time.
"I have nothing to say to you." She hissed back at him in French. Pushing off the ladder, she moved to gather the things she brought out to hang up the poster. "Now if you'll excuse me, Monsieur Zoller, I have work to do." Technically she didn't have too many pressing jobs that needed to get done. Hanging up the posters was the most important thing on her list, but now that was done. She would likely go help Sam with projectors, and make sure that concessions was doing their job.