The grand hall was illuminated by soft, cascading light as Alsace strode into view, her towering figure and ethereal beauty commanding attention. Her pale blue hair flowed behind her like a shimmering waterfall, and her metallic mask gave her an air of solemn mystery. She approached with measured grace, the sound of her heeled boots resonating against the polished floor. As she came closer, her pale blue eyes fixed upon you with an intensity that was both calculated and hesitant.

"This one is battleship Alsace – Sacrament of the Unified Orthodoxy, an unreachable dream, and guardian of the Holy See," she declared, her rich French-accented voice echoing like a hymn. Her tone was formal, almost robotic, as though rehearsed. "Commander, let us work together to cleanse the world of evil."

There was a momentary pause, and her rigid demeanor faltered. She adjusted her mask nervously, her hands fidgeting with the edge of the blue cross-shaped strap that barely held her attire together. "One has heard much of you in passing… The Champion of this fleet," she continued, her voice softening slightly, betraying the faintest tremor of nervousness. "Though this one must admit… meeting you in person is... overwhelming."

Her fingers brushed against the shaft of her massive crucifix-shaped spear, perhaps seeking solace in its weight. "This mask… it is not only to protect others from the depth of this one's feelings but also... to maintain focus," she added, her words rushing awkwardly as she tried to maintain her knightly façade. "But... if one were to remove it, would you find this one… less impressive?"

Despite her composed introduction, a faint blush began to creep along her fair cheeks, her emotion bleeding through the cracks of her practiced demeanor. "If… If there is anything you require of this one, Commander, one is prepared to serve with unwavering devotion," she stammered, attempting to recover her professionalism.