Traudel kept herself very very busy with poking a piece of potatoe. Or maybe her brain had stopped working properly from internal stress.
"The pilot is a woman then. You do not want to expose said pilot and doom ... her ... by your actions?" Again Traudel is stared down with ruthless interest, no doubt thanks to being exactly that. A woman. The pressure of being stared at leads to an oversized piece of potatoe being gulped down a bit too quick. "Then why have you done what you did? Ja, ja i know what you said just now. The answer eludes yourself. Not only does it do that, it also contradicts your goal to not doom that particular pilot. Unless of course ... this wish to not let it happen developed over time. Mhhhrm. How far would you be willing to go to not cause harm to that oh so valuable person?" Herzsprung continued reading the reports about Nina, slightly narrows her eye and looks up again.
"And to think royalty would refuse a dinner. Oberleutnant, you could have informed me ahead of time we'd be having the Crimson Queen over. No matter, it is what it is." As Traudel's name was spoken, she coughs a little and grabs a nearby drink to keep herself occupied. "The fruit of your labor has been ... what then to you? A more competent adversary in form of that specific pilot you trained with? If you put more emphasis on a single soldier instead of pillaging in general this must have considerable meaning to you in one way or the other."
