Hildegard

A woman gives you the peace sign and a wink from across the bar. She certainly doesn't look like the hardened pilot you were expecting. She looks indistinguishable from the average civvie girl here.
As you sit down across from her, she downs a mug of beer, sighing contently as she flags down a waiter for a refill.
"Nice to finally meet ya, you. Hildegard, ace Messer pilot."
The two of you exchange a firm handshake as the waiter comes back with two mugs of beer. Hildegard grabs one and gulps down another half a pint instantly.
"If you don't want yours, boss, I'll take it." She chuckles. "But enough icebreakers, yeah? Let's get down to business."