"Can it wait just a little bit? The first of the reinforcements I called should be here in a few minutes."

"I think a solid day of planning minimum is called for and I don't know if everyone you called up will be that patient... But yeah, talking about it can wait, I'll start on a list of places that probably need to be blown up and people that need to find themselves without an office."

"Anyone who wants to skip out can go stand on the other side of a closed door for a while," she shrugs. "That's a good idea."

"And I'm not sure that the Nazis have as tight a hold as they do by this time in your version of history... Enough bad publicity, enough power players who find themselves in Greece or interdimensional jail or whatever, maybe we can get it to just fold. The Social Democrats and the KPD will be really eager to call a bunch of referendums and install a new senate if the Gestapo's gone."

"I am very much in favor of getting rid of the Gestapo."

"Yeah. Gestapo leaders and most if not all of the members. Hitler, Ribbentrop, Göring, Hindenburg... More than one list probably. Red, orange, yellow, in decreasing order of killing-is-acceptable. I'll trawl through newspapers to make sure everyone on my red list really definitely deserves it. Preferably for stuff they've already done in my world. After all we'd not be much better if we burn the entire Nazi party to the ground. But more than one of them will make the Red List."

"It is a trope in my world's fiction that if you end up with a time machine the thing to do is kill Hitler."

"You'll need Göring and Ribbentrop too. Probably Hess. I'll just get started on that list..."

"Yeah, most people who do the time machine cliche aren't exactly historians."

"A real time machine would have severe implications about the speed of light. That's why it's thought provoking fiction eh? Bar, you can show me the general assembly's minutes, right?"

She starts reading, comparing things to her list.

"Most things that have time machines don't actually pay any attention to the implications," she says, rolling her eyes.

"Good to know silly unrealistic stories still exist. They must be a constant of the multiverse."

"Or at least humanity."

"Aliens! There's aliens?! That must be so cool."

"Well, not in my world, but the multiverse is a big place."

"Right, right. Sorry I yelled there."

"It's fine."

So she nods and goes quiet and works on that list.

A few minutes later a pretty blonde woman in what's probably a magical girl outfit walks in.

She doesn't notice. Too busy reading history and newspapers both. Though she's still activated - and in fact has some sort of brass gadget out that she presses buttons or spins cogs on occasionally.

The presumed magical girl considers her for a moment before walking over to the bar and soliciting her free beverage.

A long list of names is in front of her. Adolf Hitler is at the top. They get tallies as she reads things. Evil points?

"-Hello. Are you one of Edie's volunteers?"

"I am! Hello! Glorious Anodyne Aria, at your service, or Hero Bianchi if you prefer."

"Walta Sharnhorst. Clockwork Artist, Engineer of Perfection... Not sure which half of that I like better yet."

"Which half of the magical girl monicker, or between the monicker and your birth name?"