Hanz-Eren smiled at Alexia, waving the waiter over. Like before, he was serviced speedily, and just as the bill was paid, Hanz-Eren stood up. "Very well, Alexia, off we go, hm? My car is outside, my place is... One moment..." He looked at his watch. Unlike many watches worn by officials in East Berlin, his was fancy. White gold, aluminum bands, engraved with a slavic-looking name. Hanz-Eren frowned and gave the smallest of sighs. "Well, at this time of day, roughly twenty minutes." He picked up his coat, his hat, and made sure they sat snugly on him. He went over to Alexa, and offered to take her chair. "No matter, good things come to those who wait." At this proximity, Alexia may be able to see his firearm - somewhat vintage, but renown for its reliability. Everything about this man was high-class, apparently. Even the gun's holster looked handmade, fitted with two pockets for magazines. Even in this situation, he was carrying extra ammunition. The glimpse, however, was brief, as Hanz-Eren shifted, making the gun invisible, the moment he realized it showed.