Onboard the Westphalia

[Hans von Goeben]

As a reply, Izumi's host shows a peculiar, serious grin. In a dark, almost threatening voice, he continues:
"Indeed I already have plans for you, Miss Nessel...", Hans suddenly points towards the door. A strange moment of silence passes.

The friendly smile returns out of nowhere. "...and that is having the welcoming drink with you!"
he proceeds happily and lowers his arm. "We are not here to stand around in the cold hangar, are we? And after having a sip, I can show you around here as much as you want to."
Turning around, Goeben gives her a sign to follow him.

Behind the exit of the hangar, they pass a small chamber, completly made out of metal. A sign on the wall proclaims that this room is used for decontermination and security protocols. The presence of the humans passes unnoticed by the two laser sentries. Seconds after hangar entrance closed which left the duo trapped in this metal box, the door on the opposite side swings open and sends a convenient blow of fresh air in Izumi's face.

"We just have to take the elevator to Command Bridge level." With these words, Hans slowly walks with his arm crossed behind his back, down a rather long corridor.

This hallway stands in direct contrast to the sterile hangar:
A red carpet guides the guest towards the elevator at the end of the room. Close to the walls, white columns form a guard of honour, while carrying either marble busts of ancient great person, or small exotic plants. Instead of doors or windows, the beige walls themselves are mostly covered in red curtains with golden fringes, which is topped off by the warm illumination.

During the elevator ride, not a single word was spoken. It would have drowned in a scratchy 1920ies jazz-record anyways.

Appearently, the whole ship, or at least the "open access" areas of this yacht, are kept in an old-fashioned style. The salon is no exception. Wooden furniture, divans, a huge bar...a huge bar with the welcoming drinks on them.

Hans makes an inviting gesture to sit down on the divan. "So, Miss Nessel...please make yourself a home. Maybe a drink, alcoholic or without spirit? Just name your wish. While resting a bit, we can plan the next steps."

Before Izumi is even able to answer, he turns around to the bar and starts pouring various liquids inside a glass. Obviously his own "welcoming drink". He looks over his shoulder.
"Oh, and by the way...could we talk to each other using our first names? Of course, only if you allow to. I am not really a fan of formal assosiaction within my own home, y'know..."