"I've never heard of London, or a Greater Christendom....and you've never heard of a Megapolis before....."
"Yes. I believe that we are from different universes. How exciting. I have never encountered a member of the supernatural that looks so human before. It is quite interesting. Is it safe to assume that everyone else is from a different universe also?" She takes a pull from her cigarette and looks around at everyone else. "Besides the obvious ones."
"What are Termites?"
"We aren't termites you beakless tallbird!"
"Well that's not very nice..."
"Settle down everyone." Lupapon says, her voice easily carrying over the chattering conglomerate.
"We are masters of the sea friend, our skill and power grows when we are given access to bodies of water."
As it becomes apparent that these people are not overly dangerous, the brown-haired girl's demeanor changes to a much more relaxed one. "I'm Victoria Denton. Nice to meet you all!"
"You can call me Pluton for now. Should you really be handing your identity out like that, though...?"
"Hm? Why shouldn't I?"
No longer content to simply make suspicious sounds, Yamal heralds her introduction for real this time. By the giant chunk of ice that comes flying out of the frozen doorway, a hyperactive icebreaker girl breaking through a moment later and rushing to meet the various people with enthusiasm that'd make a Kongou-Class Fast Battleship blush.
"SALUTATIONS!"THe grinning woman in the labcoat and swimsuit, still covered in a bit of ice dust and bearing her strange rigging, bellows out before she barges into Alice and Penelope, forcefully shaking hands one after another.
"I didn't know they brought the press along on this cruise! Would you like an autograph? Maybe a quote?! I am always happy to help any and all passengers, even paparazzi!"She gives them a cheerful wink that perhaps suggests they are very lucky she likes them.
Then the razor-toothed shipgirl is bent over, staring at a certain seafaring tribe of tiny dancing eyeballs with her own eyes wide.
"And who are YOU?! Oh my gosh you're adorable! Here, you remind me of Gunner Three! Gunner Three, say hello!" She giggles, plucking a tiny, wide-headed humanoid figure off of... some part of herself and offering them up to the Don-Chaka tribe. Said figure just stares with creepy bright eyes and a tiny "Da?". Careful observers may note the figure's Russian uniform and winter gear.
AAAND then she blinks and straightens up suddenly. Whirls around her. Stares.
"Wait. .... I guess this isn't the Arctic, is it? Such a shame. I wanted to go swimming at the Pole again. Ah, well. Arktika-class icebreaker Yamal, at your service! Nice to meet you!"