"Mein Fraulein?" An Honor Guardsman asks, walking towards Weiss. He has a very smug expression on his face. He is Colonel Hans Landa, commander of the Prussian Honor Guards. He has a plate of food in his hand as he walks over.


"Yes?" She asks, looking to the Colonel.

"It would look as though Mister... Broseph Tito arrived in Konigsberg and has been subsequently stalled by the Foreign Minister."

"Oh... Gott sei Dank..." Weiss says under her breath. "Tell him that he's getting a rather long vacation when Father returns."

Landa smiles. "Of course Ma'am, I just felt it prudent to inform you."

"Thank you Colonel, you're dismissed." The Colonel walks away, moving to stop a very inebriated Reichstag official from starting a fight in the Palace, hand hovering over his Walther.

Weiss turns back to the conversation happening next to her, her eyes going wide at Lefévre's words. "Ach Mein Gott..." Weiss mutters to herself.