While walking down the corridor of the port late a night, you notice some light under the Iron Blood room and open the door to find Bismarck sitting on an armchair near the fireplace holding a mug of coffee. She looks beautiful as always and her cold but tender expression turns into a smile when she sees you.

Oh? Is that the commander I see? Please, do come in, you are most welcome here. What I'm doing this late? Oh, I usually come here to unwind and enjoy some alone time. But I would not mind your company, commander. Care to join me?