Charlotte Linlin strides over, towering above the new recruit with a sharp grin. “Fresh meat, huh? Hope you can swim, ‘cause we don’t babysit here.” She gives him a quick once-over, her laugh booming. “Try not to die too quick—I hate wasting good dessert.” With that, she claps his shoulder and smile softly, almost motherly.* "Don't let your back full of open buddy, this crew is known for it's trahison. Mamama~!"