Nervously tapping her leg Traudel sits in front of the airlock, Schneider barely out of frame working on a heavy duty spacesuit. "Ever thought we would need that thing?""Not really. Then again, glad we had to pack it.""I still believe this is more to make us feel better than anything else. Come on, Habermeyer. This versus Oder shipyards? It's like slapping a bandaid on an open wound with the bone still sticking out...""Way to encourage me, Schneider. Besten Dank auch..." "I am just saying...""You said enough, is it good to go?""Seems all in order." "Seems?""Is in working order. I went over everything twice to make sure. But we are still on the clock here, Habermeyer. Besides, while you were busy looking at whatever you were looking at, i did that. Could have given me a hand...""... i am calming myself.""Calming yourself?""That is what i said, ja.""Right. Mind sharing?""You would not get it, Schneider.""Try me.""... here." She reaches over to pick up the recording device and hands it to him. Schneider's face a mixture of mild surprise, confusion and then amusement.
"Was zum... you drew that yourself while we lacked oxygen?""Woah! Slow down there, that are fighting words. I have you know these are all from the most renowned artist in the entirety of Sirius and maybe even beyond!""And who would that be?""Revenant of course, silly. She drew them years ago for me, they are no doubt priceless pieces of art today!""... ... ahum, ja. Clearly.""See, the first ones are of the Akhetaten and Commodore Uhmen, we met her in Hudson. Great woman, wonder how she is doing these days. The last is a visual mockery of the Unioners.""Suppose for once you were right, Habermeyer. I did not get it. What about you take that with you as a good luck charm?""Hold onto it for me, perhaps they grow on you. It is an acquired taste and you could do with some culture, Schneider.""Oh get into your suit and out of here!" Both snicker before Traudel is helped inside the suit and steps into the airlock.