Anna's dispensing drugs at the local clinic when she sees him. The nerve! It's been almost two months and neither she nor Elsa had heard a peep from him.
Hans hasn't noticed her. He's too busy chatting up some brunette, with short pants and a shorter top. The girl actually seems into it, too, if the lip-biting and sex-eyes were anything to go by. Poor girl.
Biting her lip, Anna makes a decision. She steps out from behind the dispensary and pops up right behind him.
"How's your wife doing, Hans?" she sneers.