"I believe you may be."
She lets the smile linger for a moment, glancing over his uniform. His rank and decoration is impressive, especially to a woman who’s rank is nonexistant. Soldiers respect the woman who controls their supply lines, but respect isn’t rank.
"I need some paperwork filled out, actually." She smiled charmingly at him. The men hated to be tied down with forms, but if the men were to be fed, someone of rank had to initial this. "I don’t suppose you’ve got a moment, Standartenführer?”
English. Good. Fine call.
Hans kept his gaze firmly on the woman's face, his brow raised just a tad to convey his interest in the conversation. The Austrian cocked his head to the side, the smile at his lips growing into a grin.
❝But of course. Anything to assist, yes?❞ He took a few steps to close distance between them. A thin hand is held aloft, either waiting for her papers or her hand.
He isn't too picky over which.
