Landa laughs. "My apologies, there's so many people to keep track of. My vision must've been blurred from laughing so much." Landa says with a grin. He waves his hand. "Enough about my forgetfulness, Jean said that you wished to meet me personally?"


Weiss rolls her eyes, taking his arm. Blake stifles a laugh and walks off in another direction, joined by an Honor Guardsman.