[@CandySatan] The Nazi from across the room seemed to notice her in particular, and stared at her, a look of amazement on her face. She actually stood up, slinging her rifle and walking over to talk to her, but when she actually arrived, she realized she had nothing to say, and the matter-of-fact things she could say were completely unimportant, so naturally, she became self-conscious, staring at the floor, frozen in place. She tried to fix her short, fingerlength blonde hair, but ended up ruffling it even more. Clearing her throat, she sat down, right next to her, her face red with embarrassment as she tried to pretend like nothing had happened. Managing a sentence after about a minute of awkward silence, she asked, "So... how did you die?"