While Lena and, apparently, her new meister were breaking in her weapon form Gertrud had gotten sick of waiting and decided to reign in Simone or at least figure out where he was. It was an impossible task, finding him in the immense crowd of weapons and meisters. After several minutes of uncomfortably weaving through people swinging around various weapons and arranging partnerships, cradling her bag all the way, she was about to give up and camp out at the doors. A lucky break arrived in a fit of screaming coming from somewhere behind her. By the time Trude had turned herself around to see what was happening, Simone was standing apart from two women introducing themselves, looking far too serious for his normal self. Her mind went to the worst, but there wasn't any blood so whatever shenanigans were afoot they were nowhere near the scale of the usual 'problems' that came up around Simone and Gertrud. She swept up to Simone on large, gliding strides with a frown etched across her face. Words always came slowly and Trude had no idea what to say to such a dejected looking Simone, especially not when he didn't seem to be actively troubling anyone. 
"I've been looking all over for you, Simone," she said, clasping a hand on his shoulder. She looked around, trying to find a clock to no avail. Only the impish sun indicated the time of day, smiling almost maliciously down at the world.
"I think sorting might end soon," Trude added, though it was more than likely far from the truth, she felt like changing whatever topic had been at hand before she arrived was for the better.