Hanz-Eren listened to Alexia speak, his interest becoming less and less apparent by the second. This may have been because his interest had faded, or it may be that he simply reined himself in. In either case, as she spoke about her arrangement, he gives off a small hum. "Well, I am sure you can find somewhere more gratifying in time, miss Schultze - should you earn it. Those who provide are provided for. That is the idea of communism, after all." he takes a few more bites off his scone, and a sip of tea. As the woman asked his name, he looked momentarily surprised, then he began to chuckle.<br/><br/>"My apologies,<span style="font-style: italic">Fraulein</span>, I forgot myself. I rarely get out and meet new people, myself." He calmed down and smiled at Alexia. "My name is Hanz-Eren Händler. I have been in Berlin most of my life, though I spent time with family in the west when the war came to the city." He bit down on his scone once again, taking some time to chew. He clears his throat a bit before continuing. "Have you any gainful employment yet, miss Schultze? Perhaps it was for a job that you moved here?" He leans back in his chair for a moment, taking a brief break from his tea and scone.