Silence is the first reaction from Herzsprung. Deafening silence. Only her piercing gaze moves through the cell, studies Stahl, the guards as well as Gunter, Nina and Traudel. One was almost inclined to believe she reveled in the situation that unfolded. Her orderly was already busy writing several things down, while the old hag began to move. Slowly, seemingly with no urgency. Akin to an apex predator being well aware no one else would dare rival its presence. First stop near one of the shot Corsairs, boots stepping into the puddle that had formed. Breathing in deeply, savouring... something. Almost like someone would smell wine, enjoying the bouquet.
With the tip of her swagger stick, Herzsprung slightly turns the dead prisoner's head for a good view of what had caused the mess. No particular reaction follows, instead her now bloodied steps lead over to the last of the three that was still alive. Almost contemptuously dissecting him with a soulless and cold gaze, like an insect on a laboratory bench. Swagger stick used as an extension of her hand, forcing his chin up a notch. Despite that though, an unsettling and empty 'smile' of sorts forms. For him and him alone, as it vanished as quickly as it came.
"Sufficient."
The guards Stahl used to get the three Corsair prisoners in here in the first place are next. Leaving a trail of red footsteps behind her, Herzsprung stops close to them. Uncomfortably close. A short gesture with her stick towards her orderly and the man quickly moved closer and spoke up, almost like a puppet ordered to perform a little trick for its puppeteer. "Service numbers of each, then leave."
As this was being taken care of, Herzsprung's path continues. Still not towards Stahl, he wasn't even addressed yet. Passing Gunter and Traudel on her way to Nina, the old woman slows down and comes to a halt near both of the remaining Rheinwehr personnel in the cell. Both are not looked at, her questionable attention remains centered on the captive redhead. Words however are clearly meant for her subordinates.
"I remember you. Faces are not forgotten, Leutnant. You expressed concerns multiple times. And you, Oberleutnant, have caused quite the stir..." Groaning and snickering at the same time, she moved on towards Nina. Gunter might notice how Traudel's breath quickened significantly the second Herzsprung was that close to both. "And for this specimen two others had to die? A third about to, if i hadn't appeared. Ja, Stahl. I am not blind. Of course you did not expect me - this is for everyone present to see." With a dismissive wave of one hand, the old admiral gestures towards the corpses in the room. Then takes a closer look at Nina, all the while reprimanding Stahl without even looking at the man. "What valuable secrets is this one supposed to hold that it warrants something as inexcusable as you just did...? Those were not yours, Stahl. They never were. They were mine, scheduled for relocation as many others. The quota will not be met, those will be missing. A simple request could have prevented this. If i dislike something, it is deviation from protocol..."
That very same silence creeps in again, pausing just long enough to have people wonder whether or not it was their turn to speak now. Nina was still stared down by Herzsprung, who at this point was close enough to touch the Corsair. Which is precisely what happens - one gloved hand takes a random strand of Nina's crimson hair, lifts it up and moves it slightly between thumb and index finger. No abrupt pulling or anything similar, just a gentle examination. Her tone changes for the short exchange between Corsair and Rheinlander, from aggravated but worryingly composed to inquisitive. "All this because of you. So young and full of... life... i wonder... ... " A pause, eye narrowing lightly. Letting go of the hair again. "Nein, that won't be it... no matter. We two will continue later." That fateful promise made, Herzsprung's demeanor shifts back to the previous one as Stahl is finally given the courtesy of being looked at by her.
"Disappointing on several levels. A primate with a gun, eager to pull the trigger. Blind to the bigger picture. It seems a lesson in consequence is in order."
