Leonie eased a little bit. The stranger did not seem hostile. Yet. Contrary to Leonie she seemed self-assured, like she belonged to this place. She had style. The stranger's quip about being shot only reinforced that feeling. Leonie knew she herself oozed uneasiness, stuck out and she detested that fact. She let go off her gun and proceeded to finish the process of lightning her own prefabricated cigarette. She took a drag and held it for a while enjoying the nicotine rush. Then exhaled and looked at the woman in front of her.
"How are you holding up? That question made Leonie a bit more relieved. Not because of its content but because of the way it was said. She was worried that the stranger will be speaking the sort of Unioner-creole people around here seemed to speak and she was ashamed to admit that she had trouble understanding it. There's nothing like being in a potentially hostile place while not understanding the people at the same time.
"What ship did you come in on? Leonie thought about lying for a while but quickly realized that there was no reason to do so. Firstly her digital "fingerprints" were all around the place. The Konigsberg wasn't flying a fake IFF. There was no point to. Colossi' were few and far between and she was pretty sure that they were a rare sight around Leipheim. Secondly, she knew no amount of lying would ever convince the person sitting in front of her.
"I captain the Konigsberg. Leonie Meyer. My name I mean..." she blurted and her confidence lowered by another universe. "I have brought supplies to Styria" she listened to herself say in a "I did nothing wrong, don't space me" tone. She sighed, angry about herself, dragged from her cigarette again and looked into the woman's eyes a bit defiantly. Then caught herself thinking she really liked the woman's haircut.