In contrast to almost any other given moment, Traudel kept quiet. No chipper commentary, no lighthearted joking and not even her trademark smile. Only dread reigned supreme as the situation unfolded right before her, literally and figuratively sitting between both other persons in the office. Eating and having difficulty swallowing the food. The meat was indeed just that - beef. Something Traudel had yet to try, as she kept mainly to the vegetables for the time being. As Nina began to talk, she slowed down considerably and shifted around in her seat for a brief period of time. Perhaps the inner turmoil of the Corsair was all too familiar to herself right now.
Herzsprung on the other hand was most keen on following each tiny reaction, movement and frown she could witness in both guests. Nina's words allowed at least Traudel room to breathe, as merciless focus was shifted entirely on the Corsair now. "Taking pity on some of mine? Developing mutual respect and receiving flight lessons? Being ... " A pause, as prongs of a fork pierce a piece of meat and a sharp edge cuts right through it. In a meticulous motion it is brought close to malformed lips, only to then be consumed. "... close?" With a napkin the admiral removes some food and gravy that escaped from the corner of her mouth, displeased about something. Maybe just the unavoidable little mess her disfigurement causes during basic tasks like eating. "Fascinating take. And damning weight on that pilot's career to some. I wonder as to why you'd do such a thing, Nina Rodriguez. Aren't our fleets a constant and evergrowing thorn in the Corsair's side? Our people, after all, share a bloody history. Who in their right mind would consider this a sound approach?" One hand flicked through reports, attention shifting between those and her guests.
