She returns the handshake, her rather frilly dress getting in the way of the most simple of motions. Her smile is sincere and genuine as she listens to her talk "Oh, the B- Witch of Franfkurt! I've heard of you! They told me you'd be scary, but my, do I beg to differ!", she chuckles to herself, amused, before nodding solemnly.
"I heard the thousands of rumors and stories about your reputation, and how vicious and heartless of a murderer you are. You don't seem all that tough, though. I bet I can even drink you under the table, right here right now. WAITER, WHERE'S MY DRINK?", she snaps her fingers once more, before glancing at the pilot she offended not even a minute ago, who flips her the bird once more. "Oh, if there's one thing you Rheinlanders lack, it's the sense of hospitality.", she says with a disappointed wince before heading to the counter and get herself another Rheinbeer.
As the glass is served to her (the bartender still frowning due to the lost of a her previous one), she turns to Freya and gulps down her drink at once. "Right, so, I've never held a gun, I can't even launch a shuttle in a simulator, and there's nothing that terrifies me more than the thought of dirt on my face. With the rather notable exception of fire on my face."
