Udo thanked the driver briefly as he stepped out of the vehicle.<br/><br/>It had been quite the ride from Berlin Hotel Schiffmeister, not because of the distance, but because his driver probably wouldn’t know a smooth ride if it struck him across the face. Every stop, it almost felt he had slammed on the breaks at the last minute. Normally, he would have driven himself somewhere. It was just one of those weird things about him, he didn’t really like people driving him places. But the ride had been offered so naturally he would take it. The driver didn’t deserve the thanks but, fortunately for said driver, seeing as Udo was a little late he really was not in the mood to criticize.<br/><br/>His pace was brisk, but the way he carried himself remained business-like and calm. No sooner had he walked up to the hotel’s doors, greeted the two men standing by, he was informed that the Führer had arrived a few minutes ago. Udo gave a displeased frown and swore under his breath. He was much later than he was later than he thought he was. Mood dampened slightly, he picked up the pace. One of the few chances he has been given to leave a good impression with the Führer and he was a few minutes late to a very important conference.<br/><br/>“Ah! Herr Drechsler! Would you care for something to drink?” A man serving drinks strode beside him a few minutes later.<br/><br/>Udo halted stride then turned to face the man and offered a small grin, “Not tonight.” Noting the look on the man’s face, he added, “I do thank you for the offer, but I’m just not in the mood.” The message was well received and the man scurried off to offer drinks and refills to those who desired it.<br/><br/>Now, he did enjoy a drink every now and then, especially during an important event such as this, however there<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>something in the air tonight that turned him off of the thought. He had noticed it before, on his way here, and now it simply made him restless. The others could drink and laugh, and carry on, as far as he was concerned. He wanted to stay focused. That was just how he was, drinks or no drinks; he had a habit of being vigilant and keeping an eye on things. Usually it was unintentional and he wasn’t aware of how on edge he was in a situation.<br/><br/>After being informed that the conference was about to begin, and everyone was being seated, Udo went straight for the auditorium. He pushed his way through the crowd and headed straight toward where his designated seat was. As soon as he sat down, he let out a soft breath, glad he had made it in time.<br/><br/>He looked around at the familiar faces that surrounded him. Seeing so many people here for this event was amazing. Before he could get too lost in thought, however, he was approached by someone he’d hoped he wouldn’t have run in to.<br/><br/>“Herr Drechsler! I was beginning to think we wouldn’t come,” the man said as he stuck hi shands out for a handshake.<br/><br/>Udo stood up to accept the handshake and, ignoring the remark about his tardiness, “Herr Himmelreich. It’s been awhile… about a few months or so if memory serves. How have you been?” He decided to ask the typical question in an attempt to make this brief. He wasn’t really in the mood for too much small talk, but he might as well keep up appearances. Kurt Himmelreich was a respectable man, sure. However, Udo simply did not like him. In his opinion there was just something about the man that was… missing. That was probably the best way to describe it.<br/><br/>“Quite well. Yourself?”<br/><br/>“Likewise.” Udo smirked, then quickly decided to change the subject quickly before this conversation was dragged out any longer. “As much as I would enjoy staying and chatting, the conference will be starting very soon,” Udo did his best to sound like he really wanted to continue the conversation. “I’d prefer if we continued speaking afterward.”<br/><br/>Luckily for him, Kurt, though he could see a faint frown on his lips, gave a nod, muttered an agreement, and then had returned to wherever he was seated. Udo sat back down in his own seat and eagerly awaited the conference to begin.