"Heinrich?" Gustav called out the wrong name as someone bounced off of himself. He turned around, a confused look on his face, then he looked down and saw a seamstriss laid out before him, "there must be an awfully big tear in the captians pants for that much ambition to get in," he chuckled with a dry laugh then noticed her nose. 

"Can't have that," he leaned over and embraced her hands delicately, slowly leaning her up to her feet. Gustav pulled a fresh piece of cloth out of his pocket, It had his name crudely sewn into it along with another name, the red thread faded to the point its almost uneligable. He handed her the cloth, as a replacement to her now soaked hankercief.