Realizing she is ment with the announcement over the intercom, Lena looks at the secretary for a last time, still leaning at the wall, still having her arms folded.
"You're a good puppet."
Seeing the woman that just left the office, a vicious smile shortly comes across her face. Second-grade material, nothing of real use. Revolutionaries to serve as casualties on the statistics, at best.
Walking into the Commissars office, the door closed with a swift move by her hand, yet without really stopping movement to take position infront of the Field Marshals desk.
Awaiting further orders, Lena parade rests introducing herself, arms crossed behind her upper body. Drill she learned with the Red Hessians.
"Nikolaevskaja, Lena. Reporting for duty and questionnaire."
Not actually looking at Garcia directly or anywhere near his desk, she is focussing her look on the wall behind him, as that is the military exercise she was trained on. What feels like minutes, but could just have been seconds though, is filled with silence as Lena anticipates for Field Marshal Garcia to speak.
