On SABRE, the GLASS again to her eye. She’s looking grave, serious. WEST is beside her, similarly serious, watching.
1. SABRE/small: Oh, Hans, you dear man…
POV SABRE, through the GLASS. We can see the CLOUDS OF SMOKE that the rockets’ explosions have created. Blocking their view of the Iron Crown.
Stet, SABRE closing the glass again.
2. SABRE/small: …that screen works both ways