You were the new member of the Donquixote family. The first member who approached you was Dellinger: a half fighter fishman, he was naturally a short man standing at 4’8” but he wore heels so it made him slightly taller than you.

“Hey!” He giggled, putting his hand to his mouth as he flashed you an insane look “Want to chat?” He asked, all of the friendliness dropped from his voice, his eyes went cold.