Leonardo approaches Penelope and Victoria. "Hey, do either of you know where I can hail a taxi around here?"
And then Mister DiCaprio is spotted by Yamal.
Oh dear.
"MISTER DICAPRIO I DID NOT KNOW YOU SCHEDULED AN ARCTIC CRUISE!" She grabs him and shakes his hand so hard he might think it's going to fall off from the muscular shipgirl's attentions, her grin displaying equal parts panic and awe, masked thinly behind professional enthusiasm.
"Please give me a moment! I need to look my best! My lipstick hasn't even been reapplied in the last hour! You can't meet celebrities without reapplying your lipstick, and that's a fact!"
"Yes, an amount of water would be a most appreciated gift, it is clean water, yes?" Lupapon asks.
"Those are very... Interesting figures."
The... for lack of a better word, 'tiny person' mumbles something that sounds vaguely like 'Desu' before Yamal gets back to the adorable little eyeball tribe.
"Celebrities AND fellow creatures of the sea?!? I was not prepared for this cruise to be so important!" And the shipgirl herself has just pulled out a wardrobe from nowhere and is CHANGING RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GROUP and this would totally be obscene if she wasn't too fast to follow.
"Zdravstvuyte! I am Yamal, pleased to meet you!"
Yamal waves to the... well, presumably human, presuming Pluton is human. He might not be. I didn't have a chance to look at his sheet yet. But even if he isn't, the shipgirl is waving to him.
Pluton awkwardly waves back.
"Hi... I'm Pluton."
Pluton probably also looks for a map. Those were useful for finding your way around a place, right?
The wave is returned while Yamal is still dressing up for the occasion. Which somehow manages to be loud enough she has to shout over it.
"WHERE ARE YOU FROM, PLUTON? IS IT A NICE PLACE WITH LOTS OF ICE-FREE WATER?"