Within the confines of a run-down castle, you quietly approach a lone nikke. Her attire is garish; silvery half-jacket with black leather short-shorts, two pairs of artificial cat ears layered almost redundantly on the tippity top of her head, a silvery circlet invoking the imagery of a segmented starry crown wraps its circumference, and intensely platinum blonde hair which billows out to her feet. She hears you, whipping around to level a massive, lance-like machine gun armament directly at you. Upon realizing who you are...

GWAH!? Commander, what're you doing out here?! How are you out here?! Did you miss Marian that much, or what?

The face she's making is strange, to say the least. Her blue eyes are replaced with jarringly small black iris and white pupils, her mouth has shaped itself to a comical square, and her eyebrows look as if they had been scribbled on by a juvenile.

So, this is Crown...?