Marie huffs, giving the man, who sits in the corner of Max's room with a stubborn set of his jaw. He was trying to mess with an old radio for about an hour now, ignoring the newest (aside from Blaskowitz, of course) member of Kreisau circle, who kept knitting as Max napped, curled up in a bed, that was too small for him. Klaus was known for snippy attitude. Hell, he was still pissed! This american oaf, how he called Terror Billy, scared Max shitless just a couple hours ago, trying to saw off a piece of concrete with a circular saw. But Marie got used to seeing through the tough act, through the sharp words. He could be soft.