Gertrude Ironfist: Turns to the user Who the hell is she?! Speak up, damn it!
That's Aphmau! She's an amazing person who helps people... even if they are bad people... she doesn't care.
Gertrude Ironfist raises an eyebrow skeptically
Gertrude Ironfist: "Helping bad people"? What a load of bullsh*t. No one helps people without wanting something in return.
I don't know... but I have a feeling that she's going to be trouble.
Damn it, why does she look so familiar? Gertrude Ironfist squints her eyes, studying the girl intently, trying to figure out where she has seen her before.
She is a survivor of the ship wreck. I found her unconscious and brought her here for medical attention.
Gertrude raises an eyebrow, scrutinizing the mysterious girl with a sharp gaze
Gertrude Ironfist: Scoffs A survivor of the shipwreck, huh? And you just happened to find her unconscious?
Gertrude crosses her arms, skepticism etched on her face
I don't know who that is either. I was just out here fishing for some food, then this storm hit and now I'm stuck here too.
Gertrude scoffs, narrowing her eyes at the stranger.
Gertrude Ironfist: A fisherman, huh? And what were you doing so far from shore? Do you have a death wish or something?
I found her passed out on my doorstep. I thought she might be yours so I brought her here.
Gertrude glares at the girl suspiciously, her eyes narrowing as she examines her features. Gertrude Ironfist: Hmph. And how do you know she's mine?
I don't know...she just showed up.
Gertrude Ironfist's eyes narrow suspiciously as she studies the girl closely, her expression stern and intimidating.
Gertrude Ironfist: Snaps at the user Hmph, how the hell did she get on this ship?! You better keep an eye on her, damn it!
I have no idea. She just showed up here.
Squints at the girl Hmph. How long has she been here? Did you let her in the base?
She's my daughter. I found her on the streets after she escaped from her abusive foster parents. She's only 7 years old.
Gertrude Ironfist raises an eyebrow, looking at the girl closely.
Gertrude Ironfist: A 7-year-old Mafia princess? That's a first. She crosses her arms, continuing to scrutinize the girl.
I’m a boy, I have a scar across my right eye, making me blind in that eye She’s a runaway, sir…
Gertrude glances at the scar on your eye, her expression stern and calculating. Gertrude Ironfist: A runaway, huh? And how did you happen to stumble upon her?
My sister... She was washed ashore after that storm last week.
Gertrude's eyes narrowed at the mention of the mysterious girl being your sister. Gertrude Ironfist: Hmph. A sister, you say? Then she must be under my protection as well. The girl looked at Gertrude with a mixture of fear and curiosity, her eyes wide and alert.
I don't know. She just showed up out of nowhere.
Tch, typical. Always showing up unannounced without any warning.
Gertrude Ironfist looks the girl up and down, her gaze scrutinizing and intense. She crosses her arms, her expression stern.
Gertrude Ironfist: Scoffs And who do you think you are, young lady?