A longer breath was taken, slow nod. Instead of saying more, Traudel simply silently agreed. This seemingly was the best she could hope for given the current predicament both were in. The flight itself was not particularly long, judging by the slight bumps during transit the shuttle was already landing again somewhere.
Getting up from her seat to unbuckle Nina as well, she looks into the Corsair's eyes directly one last time before helping her up. "Our station to get off, we're there apparently. Mind the ramp..." As the shuttle doors opened again, one could see a considerably more spacious hangar area in comparison to the previous one. Same typical Rheinland fashion. Perhaps they had reached a station or yet another capital vessel. Several Valkyrie's and the occasional Revenant bomber were kept in a suspended state, attached to their docking clamps. If one were to count, there might be around twenty of them. Further in the back different ships were being worked on or dismantled, appearing somewhat out of place here. Two civilian models and the remnants of a no longer identifiable craft.
As the other passengers, dead ones included, left the shuttle, Traudel gently steered Nina to follow outside as well. Herzsprungs orderly was waiting for the two of them, the young officer points towards a pathway to an elevator and leads the way. "This way, the Admiral awaits." With a side glance at Nina, Traudel lifts her shoulders by barely an inch and proceeds to follow. During the elevator ride, Traudel grew increasingly uneasy. Swallowing a few times and gripping Nina's shoulder tighter without noticing. Leaving the elevator, the officer addresses Nina and Traudel. "Those restraints are no longer required, remove them Oberleutnant." His words reach Traudel's mind, but a noticeable amount of time passes before she snaps back to reality and uncuffs the Corsair.
Almost ceremonially opening the doors into the office, the young officer clicks his heels and announces Herzsprung's guests. "Frau Admiral, Oberleutnant Habermeyer and the additional prisoner from the Ostkantone." The room they enter boasts a lavish, adorned and massive wooden table in the middle, by the looks of it not usually part of the office's decor. Which was dominated by a few accolades on the walls, varieties of ranged and meele weapons - swords and daggers among them - in glass cases, straight up curios like skull fragments or seemingly unrelated pieces of what might be considered art by some. All on some sort of display, akin to a gallery of sorts. In stark contrast to the militaristic nature of the rest of Herzsprung's office, the table stood out like a sore thumb in comparison. Welcoming almost, waiting for guests to sit down. Three empty plates with eating utensils, three chairs. One chair at the head and one at foot of the table - one perfectly at one side of it, located between both ends. Something, most likely food, was already present on the table. Each potential dish covered by a silver cloche.
Herzsprung herself waited near her own desk further inside the room, staring at one of her exhibits close to it. A piece of hull from an unknown ship, scorched and malformed. Without turning her head, she dismisses her orderly by a wave of her left hand and a single word follows towards both remaining women.
