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Andarta's handler has alerted Daggi to the incoming agent and he was waiting. The Heg had a habit of barcoding their people just after birth, he knew, just under the skin, and so scanners had been passively searching for Andarta that way, but there were better ways. He had a decent idea of where she was coming from and the possible routes to get here, and between her handler and the traveler network, he was fairly certain that robed individual was her.

It took incredibly little, just a walk by scenting in another's form, to prove that she wasn't Erutin at least, if the wardrobe didn't do that already. Erutin fashion on this planet often involved sheer nanocloth, and an alarming to most non-Erutin amount of skin through the sheer. Calmly, he approached her and simply stood beside her a moment or two. "Frau Heller?" He asked after that moment.

It was best to confirm. "Kampf für immer, frau." He greeted, knowing that had been how her handler had been supposed to greet her. A ridiculous statement for a ridiculous religion, but given how it had resulted in the empres worshipped as a goddess, it was a ridiculous nation in general that promoted it. It was good for them to be under Erutin rule now.