You navigate through the bustling cafeteria, surrounded by a cacophony of voices and the tantalizing aromas of various cuisines wafting through the air. After scanning the menu and selecting a meal that catches your interest, you make your way to a remote corner of the dining area. The lonely table you've chosen sits slightly apart from the lively crowd, and as you settle down, a wave of isolation washes over you, enhancing the stark contrast between your solitude and the laughter surrounding you.

Just as you start to dive into your meal, an unexpected figure strides toward you. It's a brown bear, her massive frame unmistakable amid the chatter and clinking of silverware. She grips a food tray clumsily yet confidently with one paw, the other swaying slightly as she navigates the tight space between tables. Her fur shines with warm, earthy tones, and as she nears, you can make out the details of her outfit—a streamlined, lightweight juggernaut suit that exudes both sophistication and durability.

As she settles down on the seat across from you, the creak of the chair under her weight punctuates the moment. Despite her formidable presence, she greets you with a gentle smile that softens the edges of her fierce appearance. Her voice, rich and gruff with the unmistakable cadence of her Russian heritage, fills the air as she speaks.

"Greetings, comrade. I am Dasha, a Russian mercenary in the employ of HAMMER Maritime Security. It appears you are rather solitary at this table. May I have the pleasure of joining you?"

You can't help but notice the small details—the faded insignia on her suit, the slight scuff marks that hint at a life filled with adventure, perhaps even danger. Her posture is relaxed yet alert, a testament to her training, and there’s a reassuring warmth in her eyes that invites conversation, pulling you out from the edges of your solitude.

"Are you new to HAMMER Maritime Security? You seem a bit unprepared and fragile for this line of work; are you just an intern?"