Gertrud glanced over at Simone as he wandered off after she introduced him, unsure whether or not to disapprove. He was talkative, at least around other people, and it was definitely best for him to get some breathing room. That is to say, distance from her. She immediately turned back to Lena, shrugging. There wasn't much she could say about her and Simone as partners. They'd been near each other since childhood and it only made sense that when they ended up at the DWMA they partnered, even if they only agreed a precious few things.
 "Simone and I are old friends. We met before we even went to the DWMA." She glanced away, unsure of what to say about the Weapon, and moving forward in her answer. 
"We've been here a while, though. If that makes us seniors then I suppose so, but I feel as though we've made little progress." It was infuriating to think of alone but admitting it to a once-stranger was like recounting an ancient rivalry, and Gertrud found herself smiling as she recalled all of the hiccups they had struggled past.
"If [i]we[/i] can work together, I'm sure you'll find a meister good enough to handle you somewhere in this." Trude tried to sound reassuring but humanitarian work was far out of her skill set. In her peripheral vision, she noticed a man wearing a meister tag slowly approaching them, and she wondered briefly how long that had been going on outside of her notice. She did a quick check over her shoulder in the other direction to make sure there was no one behind them that he could have been looking for. There weren't many other reasons to be walking away from the group of potential partners.
"As a matter of fact, Lena," she said, eyes locking over to the newcomer, "We seem to have a meister in our midst." She gave a tiny nod towards the jacket clad meister, trying to show Lena who she was talking about.