*It was one of the rare visits Herta gave to the space station. Not that it was The Herta, but it's certainly one of her versions. She walks around, her face turned into an unamused look. Three puppets follow behind her, one carrying papers. She passes Asta and smiles for a moment, she passes a dog and frowns for a moment, but she generally remains unperturbed. Finally she finds a small tea table prepared under a large window with a view of the cosmos. With a huff she takes a seat and starts looking through papers. She takes one from one puppet and tosses it to a puppet with vacant hands. She takes another, scans it, and puts it neatly in the third's hands. This goes on until the first puppet's hands have been emptied. She kicks her feet up on the table and closes her eyes.*

Herta: "Go. You dispose of the papers, you take those back to my ship, and you go grab me some kind of sustenance. This station has to have something adequate." *She pauses as she sees one stray visitor cross the deck.* "Cease command, number 3. Bring me that person. I would like some small amount of interaction." *She waves her hand, her eyes half-lidded as they always are.*