As more outspoken people were fished up onto the ship, Sorella giggled to herself brushing off her clothes as the boat-debris was still sticking to her wet exterior. Smiling rather brightly, she listened as those aboard exchanged stories or even just words on how they had passed over, and entered this strange world. It was hell right? It seemed to be a lot less serious than some depictions told, or maybe this was just the calm before the storm? She was thinking about it too much, enjoy this new start!

The girl stood, placing one arm before her and the other at her back. She bowed forward like an actor at the conclusion of a play, and then offered the nearby youths her eyes that showed a plea for their attention. 

"[b]Excuse me everyone, I'm Sorella.. Remember my name, and I'll make sure to remember yours.[/b]"

After this sudden outburst, she sat back down and continued giggling. Quickly shooting glances to the faces around her to see if they would respond. The whole thing was a little weird, even to her, but the situation was actually pretty cool. Maybe in death fewer people would hate her, maybe in hell people wouldn't get unsettled over such childish things, maybe this was a clean slate for her.