Welcome to my boudoir.

I suppose you are wondering what a nice American girl like me is doing all the way over here? Well, I can't tell you the entire story as that would compromise the security of the mission, but suffice to say that nothing ever goes according to planned.

One minute you're spying on the Nazi's disguised as a field nurse and the next - the war is over, your handler has disappeared and you're stuck in Europe with no passport and papers that state your name as Elsa Trachtenburg. Yeah. Try that on for size.

I intend to find a way to get back home. Right now I just need to make my way. Maybe even recoup some of my losses. I have to bide my time because you can't exactly walk into the American embassy and say 'Help me, I'm an American spy and I'm stuck here." Especially when the only people who can vouch for you are dead or playing dumb.

So here I am. For hire. Not like that, you cad. I'll slap you so hard your mother will feel it. No, I mean espionage work. Private detecting. I'll even patch up some wounds no questions asked since they trained me up to actually pass for that nurse I was pretending to be. You got cash, I'm your girl.