Traudel remains outside, watching and listening to what happened inside by following the audio and video feed. The pilot crosses her arms, right hand tapping her left sleeve without her even noticing. A subconcious expression of thoughts still circling, an inner and mental interrogation of herself going on while watching one unfold only mere steps away in the cell.
Nina's words, Gunter's responses. Words about defiance, words about hate and no hate. And then came the tales of cruelty. Slowly Traudel lifts a brow, then frowns. A deeper breath, followed by a look around. Only to end up staring at the monitor again - the audio feed told her the most anyway. Unable to escape the situation that had presented itself, she might as well witness all of it. Just in time to notice Gunter's apparent distaste for the described methods and how mentioning and remembering those affected the man. Whatever thought process may have been going on, it was abruptly ended with a certain set of words. "..., there are worse fates than death."the audio feed blared back in slightly distorted fashion. A grim nod is Traudel's silent answer, suddenly finding herself with a lump in her throat.
"Does he know? He can't know. How could he know? Last thing i know is von Herzsprung prepares for Liberty..." Bright blue eyes stare at random parts of the room. The bed, the chair... a part of the floor. Nina's hair, a wall, Gunter's boots."Stahl seems like the kind she would use though." Not coming to any conclusions, Traudel shakes her head and calms herself by breathing in and out in a controlled fashion.
