Understandably Richard quickly got fed up with the manner of speech of their guest.
However, before he pounced on the woman, he reconsidered. After all, she had managed to enter the blessed lands and endure his aura without so much as blinking. That alone was deeply unsettling.
Something wasn't right.
So in the end he informed Michael about the new arrival.
And so the entire crew soon found themselves seated across from the woman, the atmosphere tense, almost like interrogation.
Considering he was the leader, Michael was the one who broke the ice.
"I don't believe we have met, Lady…?"
Instantly the woman straightened her back. The fabric of her clothes tightened across her generous chest, straining under the subtle pressure, as she adjusted the monocle on her right eye.
"Although our meeting shall be brief, I suppose exchanging names is indeed one of the first bases of cooperation. From henceforth you may refer to me as Francesca."
