(Preshow) Preshow Facility

[Albert Wesker]

It had only been a minute or two of searching, and...there he was. Gildarts Clive. Certainly did cut a rather interesting figure. A lot more ragged than she'd been expecting. Initially she'd thought the few images she'd bothered to glance over had just caught the man at bad times, but...taking a solid look at him now, it seemed like 'a bad time' might be the only time there was to catch him at. Like the Omniverse had hit him particularly hard or something. Was a shame, but that was how it was sometimes.

As he approached, though, she had to crane her head back to look up at him. Wow, that was...uh. Awkward. Yeah. She just blinked once. Then again. Lone visible eye wide and staring in surprise -- half genuine at the man being so jovial and cheerful, despite appearances; half at what she was already starting to get from a quick scanning of him. Rumors had said he was a strong one, but...wow. Easily the strongest one she'd met personally.

She blinked again, trying to sharpen her focus again. "O-Oh, um...yes, hello!" And she offered a faint smile. "It's...it's nice to meet you, too, mister Clive!" She gave an eager nod, somewhere between just acknowledging the greeting and a bow. It was a rather odd coincidence, really... A black cloak for both of them. One of them almost manically neat and tidy. The other well-worn and tattered. What a lovely matching set to mark them as a team.

She lightly folded her arms behind her back, studying him for a moment. "Um...my name is Cerise," she offered somewhat hesitantly. "Cerise Schwarzgrau." She tilted her head a little, with an uneasy smile. "I'm not really sure how well I'll do here in this tournament, but...we're a team, so I'll try and do well enough to keep up with you!"