Charlotte herself was happy it was all over, gunfights were not exactly her thing, actually the more she thought about it the only redeeming quality about being aboard the ship was the fact she could see an airship in something other than a barely recognizable wreck. She cared little for the two the captain brought aboard, Mercanaries may as well be pirates as far as Charlotte was concerned. 

She actually chuckled when Misha called her a little girl, she appreciated the protection of the large man even if she could take care of herself, the more people he crushed meant the less people SHE had to crush. The ramblings of the old man were amusing to say the least, but Charlotte did not exactly want him near her. She pitied the three survivors though, really it was be killed by Misha or be recruited into a cult by a madman. Charlotte would have thrown herself off the airship if given the choice. 

She had vaguely noticed the other people approach and tried to ignore the young man chucking himself off the side of the ship that Misha was yelling at. At the moment, she was distracted by the woman who spoke to Misha, and Charlotte to an extent, about her boarding the ship. Charlotte did not exactly remember what the woman was saying and it took a good minute for Charlotte to realize she was staring at her.

[i][b]" Like Misha said, wait for the captain. I myself obviously have no say in this but Misha is also right unfortunately, this is not a transport ship. "[/b][/i]