A soldier in a ball dress, that was Wake's first sight of Elizabeth Hall. Wake had examined her file before she came, as thoroughness was one of her habits. Hall had an unusually short service record, yet she was already a commodore and the governor of an entire system too. Of course, there was much less mystery here, as it was easy to realize Hall was a client of the Steiners. Unknown to Hall, Wake had already conversed with a number of her staff after she had entered using the fleet admiral's pass. "Full Makeup Commodore": that is what they called Hall when she was not present. A mock nickname derived from the Full Metal Commodore, the one they used for Commodore Kaze Dagon, due to her bionics and her almost literal iron fist. Hall did not have an iron fist, though she did wear a glove on her left hand for some reason, but none on her right.

"Why did you stop?", Hall asked as if truly confused.

"Excuse me", she said as she took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, "If you won't play, I need something else to keep my nerves from exploding." She extended one to Wake. "Do you smoke?"

There was much relief in the smoke Elizabeth exhaled. It was not the nicotine, it was too early for that at the first smoke, it was Elizabeth's subconsciousness that was classically conditioned to calm down at the scent of tobacco. Her eyes followed Wake's wake and stopped at the red sun. "Oh, it's a damn beast this world, it is. But I'll tame it", she exclaimed through her teeth with smoke and narrowed her eyelids in savage determination to match the savageness of the world. She seated herself on the nearest armchair and took another puff. "Though first I need to correct the myriad of mistakes that my predecessor's reckless impulsiveness has made..."

"Redmond?", Elizabeth exclaimed over Agnes' formal condolences, as if already satiated with how often she had received such. Even the walking drunken rock was higher on the priority list by now, because the walking drunken rock was business. "No, no, Redmond was not my predecessor, he is still my commander." She didn't even notice that Agnes had mentioned a brother, who Elizabeth had never had. "I am speaking about that self-entitled royal brat called Dagon. She came here, made a mess, then imagined her body was stronger than the armour of a Valor", she said with a mocking grin as if sharing something meant to be ridiculous with Agnes, "And now I must clean up behind her. An ungrateful task, if you ask me. She gets all the credit by being a dolt while my hard work keeps going unnoticed..." In the middle of her daily troubles and caught unprepared, she still didn't notice that she hadn't let Agnes have a seat.

"Sell her body? What!? Are you talking about me!?" That was the retort Elizabeth was trying to stammer for the entire time. She did work as a lady long ago, but she did not expect anyone important to know of it.