Dietrich chuckled under his own gasmask at Angelika's comment, knowing full well how uncomfortable gasmasks could be. He did, afterall, wear one at almost all times and the earlier models, the Baghead Vr. 1 for example, had been far, far, far more uncomfortable, most likely comparable to the trash the Nachfolgians wore.
"I am sure they were never intended to be worn comfortably. Alas, I do not believe that these masks will plague you for long. We are afterall well aware of the limitations such impose upon our daily activities and try our best to create spaces where the wearing of such masks is unnecessary due to well filtrated air."
Behind Dietrich, in the front window, the castle quickly started growing in size as they approached it, soon eclipsing the sky and blotting out what little sunlight filtered through the fumes that hung above Exilvania. It grew considerably darker in the car as the ever greater mansions on both sides of the road made it feel like they were in fact driving through a narrow valley, a crack in a plateau of gothic spires and domes at the bottom of which was a well maintained road.
Dietrich, of whom little more than the green glowing eyes of his mask were visible as well as the occasionally glint of silver on his uniform when a ray of light found its way into the car, said little during that trip. It was only when they passed through the gates and turned into what appeared to be an underground garage, that he finally broke the silence:
"I hope you know what you have agreed to, Fräulein Oberste Führerin.
