Re: [Mission 3]
Nana was quiet, head lowered in a respectful manner -- or, at least, it would have been a respectful manner if she wasn't doing it all the time. She took a seat, presumably near Cherry, hands falling against her lap. Her eyes flicked, a brief flash of blue peering towards the strangers.
"Pleased to meet you.." That voice, drifting off, seemed almost robotic, foreign. She hadn't spoken more than one or two words to anyone in so long, even the sound of her own voice made Nana feel disturbed.
Toying briefly with a stray lock of pink, Nana glanced in Cherry's direction, a pang of guilt touching somewhere in her 'heart'. The one person she'd continued to really interact with on the ship (besides the ship herself), and yet she'd felt as though she'd alienated the other, in a way.