Apocalypse

[Loyola]

Enma got closer just to see very tensed face expressions. Looks like no one really wants her here and to some degree, it's shaking her confidence. Without making it too visible she would take a deep breath to cope with stress. Greeting them without a bow or any gestures.

— Votre Altesse, messieurs les officiers...

She did attempt on their language, hoping for it not to sound too broken. The most decorated guy among meeting officer delegation looks like a ship captain, asked her a question in a passive-aggressive manner. En turns her head a little to the side, making up a truly incredible sarcastic smile directed at the guy. Drilling him down with a look, she takes some pause, but still managing to reply before Claire steps in.

— If I had bad intentions, would I land alone? I don't mind you asking me a lot of questions, I understand you have many. But please, let them make just a little bit of sense... Oh, and for you, I am Dona Enma.

Paying back an asshole what he deserved she would turn her head at Claire as she stepped in to ease up the tensions. Enma takes a few seconds more to come back from verbal combat mode before speaking to the princess. She then would slightly bow her head a little to the side before speaking.

— It's an honor to meet you. Pardon moi if I made you wait, trust me, we got here as soon as we could. Thankfully we did not have any incidents along the way.

She would take a closer look at Claire's face, comparing her to Charlotte. She indeed looks younger and less experienced, maybe even softer. For what it's worth, this girl now is not ready to rule anything major. Not without a lot of training and experience to come.

— If I am honest this hangar is looking too dark and grim to discuss your bright future, your highness. And if it would be possible, I would like some warm drink, It's been a long way.

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