Glass raised an eyebrow as a young girl, maybe in her late tween years, stepped out into the village. Falling down to her shoulders, curly black hair complemented her darkly tanned skin, and a pair of headphones squished down the otherwise poofy hair. She wore a tan linen dress, along with a pair of sandals.

Feeling out, Glass could tell this was the child he had heard of. She was strong, though you couldn't tell by looking at her relatively tall, thin frame. Feeling an awkward silence coming on, the Namekian stepped forward, past the village elders, and offered his hand to the girl. "Hello, I'm the Guardian of the Earth. You can call me Glass."