Regina wasn't sure what Anke meant by her hand bothering her. It was her hand...well, no. It actually wasn't. The hand was Osnen's, who made it to replace the hand-and arm-she'd lost in the rubble of her collapsed home. There was a lot to unpack in the darkness that was that event, what led Regina to become the soldier of fortune she was today, but Anke didn't need to know any of it and Regina didn't need to go over it. Besides, going over the moments in her past when she is most at risk of finding emotions to show...ultimately a bad idea. Regina chose not to answer the question, which seemed to be fine with Anke given the way she was shifting towards her. Regina turned to face Anke, head cocked, trying to process what she wanted. Did she need space on the bed? Regina scooted away out of courtesy, leaving Anke the room she seemed to be seeking. Her hand had gotten a little close, so Regina acquiesced and gave her what space she could.
Her lone request had Regina more confused, but managed to explain the oddity away in her head. "Ah. You are new here." Regina nodded to herself. "Urlachen lacks anything in terms of actual views, unless you count rows of residential housing as such. That can be viewed from the fourth floor panoramic window if one desires, though I cannot imagine why." As for the rest of what she'd said, Regina seemed the most perplexed of all. "I am perfectly comfortable, though I cannot imagine staying here would make you as much." Regina knew her room was barren. To people who chose to let their emotions into their lives, Regina's room had to be incredibly boring. Even she knew as much, but to her it was efficient. No distractions, no dalliances. Just everything she needed to be successful.
As for the rest of what she'd asked, though..."Follow me." Regina stood up from the bed suddenly, seemingly having set herself a new goal to accomplish. She waited at the doorway for Anke to get the hint and follow her, then shut the door behind them. Her walk was no different than usual, the deliberate, off-beat step that no other soldier could possibly mimic that identified her as far away as one could hear. Clank after footfall took Regina to one of the main elevators out near the mess hall; Regina hit a button for the third floor, and a door opened up almost immediately. Three soldiers quickly spotted Regina and hurriedly filed out, but turned back when they recognized Anke was with her.
"Is that RoboCop with the new girl?"
"Wonder if she's going to go toss her off the roof or something. She seemed pretty peeved about that slight at her last night."
Regina ignored both of them, failing to react to the whispers as the doors shut in front of them. Regina patiently waited for the elevator to come to a stop, then exited once the doors slid open soundlessly. Again she resumed her walk, taking steps a bit more slowly, as the third floor was less visited by the supersoldier. Few vital facilities existed on this floor; it was mostly more barracks with the occasional gym, and a humongous Olympic-sized pool right in the middle of the floor. However, it was the righthand corner of the floor Regina walked to; in this corner, the metal floor became red carpet, and the hallway opened up into a small lounge area. Regina only came here sporadically, when her room was not enough to help her destress. A few couches that matched the carpet were here and there, with a few televisions showing a few different programs hanging overhead. A vending machine sat nearby with access to cheap drinks, and a bartender stood in the corner behind a decently stocked bar, idly staring down at the woodwork. Nobody was there; this lounge was relatively unoccupied from Regina's observations. The reason she brought Anke here, however, was the piano on the left side of the lounge. It was a sleek black grand piano, with ivory keys that looked well-maintained, even if few soldiers knew or deigned to play it. "This was what you were looking for, correct?" Regina asked monotonously, waiting to see her reaction to determine if she'd done good or not.