Hans clapped from a nearby table, and bowed his head politely to the singer. He was alone tonight -a fact that rankled him slightly. Both Marie-Pierre and his sister were tied up in other matters, and as they made up the entirety of his social circle he had no company for the evening. Still, he'd been too restless to stay at home. The Soldatanheim seemed a good place to go. A bit of saurbraten and some good beer, some music...
He hadn't expected a colored woman to be singing here. A matter of curiosity, certainly. "An excellent performance, Fraulein," he ventured, raising his voice slightly from its normal tone to be heard over the crowd. Though they were in a German place, he spoke French, presuming it to be her native tongue.