The large figurine populating the two chairs ahead said nothing.
Otto had gotten used to that reaction of his looks on people so long ago that he already considered a greeting. He expected as much from a militar as well, and as such wasn't dumb enough to say or show any discontentment in any form or expression. He just kept sat and quiet, looking at the woman at the door.
He would endure whatever names they might cook for him, at least that he was certain.