Suddenly, a rustling sound was heard from behind Slade. As if materializing out of the darkness, a tall, well build woman emerged from the shadows. Her striking silver-blond hair and dark grey eyes only complemented her surprisingly tidy and precise uniform. On her chest she wore the infamous "Iron Cross" and on her arm.... a symbol that has been immortalized by history, a symbol that is scene throughout her world. A pitch black swastika in a white circle, stitched onto a blood red background. 

"A witch you say? Vhy, this little Mädchen looks nothing like a witch. I must say zo sir, you have very little to fear from such a girl." Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the German officer was between the girl and Slade, staring intently at Slade with a grin. "I... on ze other hand... Vell, let us not get carried away, Ja?" The officer now stepped back between the two and motioned to both of them. "I am Major Hoffman of ze Greater Germanic Empire, current head of ze 401st SS Panzer Division." She gave a small bow and smiled warmly to the both of them, however, her following statement was anything but warm. "You must pardon me if my English is rough. It is a..... dying language..."