So they didn't know each other, huh? Harvey thought it was strange that the two Germans who had popped up were unconnected, but hadn't he already decided that trying to find a pattern was impossible? He finally took his seat again, though he still didn't acknowledge his dinner. If this man was going to be around every night (and scrutinizing him, since that's honestly what it felt like), then when was Harvey going to find a chance to force down even the smallest amount of food?
He would worry about it later. At least his sense of smell was mainly clogged up by his own scorched skin, meaning that he couldn't smell the steak. He didn't need his hunger to be provoked.
"I guess not," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. It didn't matter all that much to him in the end. "Maybe you should track her down. I don't think there are all that many Germans around." Then again, neither this Lunge nor Franziska seemed like the type of people who would falter without familiarity. Granted, they would still be able to compare stories; it was odd that he was an inspector and she was a prosecutor.
Once again, it wasn't his business and so he said no more about it. At Lunge's last comment, Harvey let out a brief, bitter laugh. "You got that right. You should feel lucky that you were on your own here." There had really been no benefit to getting caught in that mob -- it hadn't given them any new information or any clues (other than reinforcing how messed up this place was). Of course, it had given him the chance to get a weapon, but Harvey certainly wasn't going to mention that to Lunge.
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He would worry about it later. At least his sense of smell was mainly clogged up by his own scorched skin, meaning that he couldn't smell the steak. He didn't need his hunger to be provoked.
"I guess not," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. It didn't matter all that much to him in the end. "Maybe you should track her down. I don't think there are all that many Germans around." Then again, neither this Lunge nor Franziska seemed like the type of people who would falter without familiarity. Granted, they would still be able to compare stories; it was odd that he was an inspector and she was a prosecutor.
Once again, it wasn't his business and so he said no more about it. At Lunge's last comment, Harvey let out a brief, bitter laugh. "You got that right. You should feel lucky that you were on your own here." There had really been no benefit to getting caught in that mob -- it hadn't given them any new information or any clues (other than reinforcing how messed up this place was). Of course, it had given him the chance to get a weapon, but Harvey certainly wasn't going to mention that to Lunge.