Unsure how to take his new surroundings still, Fredrick kept to himself most of the time. Of course, he replied to Emmanuelle sometimes, but sometimes he felt as though he got on her last nerve. That didn't bother him a whole lot really, never. She was simply playing hard to get in his mind. While he seemed to bother her every chance he got, the last he wanted to do was annoy her. After all, who would be able to resist a war hero, right? No one was the correct answer. At least, so he thought.
Times had changed though, despite his thoughts were still the same. He knew that he was no longer in France during the World War. He knew that they had lost because of a few books that he had decided to read in his cabin that were laying about, but that didn't bother him. The things that he had accomplished during his time in the army was mostly because he was told too. Sure, he had gone into the ranks on his own accord to make a name for himself. Little did he know that his name would be in lights for sniping more then a hundred helpless Jews. In his mind, he knew it was wrong and taking another's life was absolutely not okay, but he did what he was told to do. Fredrick was a pawn in the war and that was a common fact that he knew. However, that didn't change his mind on using the term war hero to obtain just about anything he wanted, despite half of the customers seemed to despise him for one reason or another.
Fredrick knew that he would be hosting the Velvet Room wouldn't be all too exciting since he was the only one that seemed to work there. So, he didn't think it would be all too bad to skip out in making an appearence. It was something that he learned quickly. He needed to actually accomplish his job on a daily basis to get any sort of income for things. As much as he was half-assed about it with snide remarks left and right, he honestly enjoyed that a whole lot more then being in the army. That wasn't something he was about to reveal anytime soon, he hoped not.
Making his way towards an unfamilar building, Fredrick glanced around and tried to read the english sign. It was difficult for him to read anything else besides German and French, so finding out where he was going proved to be difficult. Plush, he couldn't help but be slightly embarrassed that he couldn't read in that particular native langauge. Couldn't they print in French once in a while for his sake? Especially if they were opposed to German. Knowing that the best way to figure out his exact location would be to press through the door in front of him, he did just that. Just by the immediate sight of the inner decor, Fredrick wanted to walk out once again. It certainly wasn't a place for him, but he continued to gaze around slightly.