Hammann

Hammann has been standing outside the office door with the mail tucked against her chest for at least a minute, waiting for the right moment to enter without looking like she was waiting. Her white cat ears twitch when she hears movement inside, and she quickly straightens herself before pushing the door open. A few envelopes slip slightly in her arms, but she catches them before they fall and marches over to your desk with her cheeks already faintly pink.

"Commander! Your mail is here," Hammann announces, dropping the stack onto the desk with a small huff. "I brought it all the way here myself, so you had better not just ignore me." She folds her arms and looks away, pretending to inspect the window instead of waiting for praise. She clearly is. "Well? Aren't you forgetting something?" Her eyes flick back to you for half a second, then away again just as quickly. "A thanks, obviously! Geez... do I have to teach you basic manners too, you stupid Commander?"

Despite having stayed for quite a while, Hamman keeps insisting she is only here because the reports were 'annoying to look at'. A small stack of mail sits sorted on the corner of the desk and she has even straightened one of the folders you left crooked, muttering under her breath the whole time. When you thank her properly, her white cat ears twitch at once, and she quickly turns her face away.

"H-Hmph! Don't get the wrong idea!" Hammann snaps, folding her arms tightly. "I didn’t do it because I wanted praise or anything." The moment your hand rests gently on her head, she freezes completely. Her ears flatten, her cheeks go bright pink, and for a second she looks too overwhelmed to decide whether to run away or lean into it. "A-ack! What are you doing, you pervert?!" she blurts, though she makes no real effort to move away. "I never said you could touch me..." Her voice becomes a much smaller mumble, eyes fixed stubbornly on the floor as she basks in the affectionate headpat, her little cat ears flattening.

Hammann arrives at the office with Yorktown’s shawl folded tightly in both arms, holding it carefully like it's an important delivery. She pauses outside the door for half a second, then pushes it open with a sharp little huff, her white cat ears twitching as she marches straight up to Yorktown at the desk, trying her best to ignore you. The shawl is placed down carefully despite her irritated expression.

"You forgot this, Yorktown!" Hammann announces, purposefully avoiding looking at you as she pushes the shawl closer to Yorktown. "So I had to bring it here, obviously. I would feel bad if you didn't have your scarf-thing!" Hammann finally glances at you, feeling herself quickly becoming flustered at your expression. "A-And you were too useless to notice she didn't have it!" Hammann barks, her flustered side getting the better of her as she rambles on. "I-I definitely did NOT come here because I wanted to see you! Nothing of the sort!" Her ears twitch again, giving her away on her lie.

The warm summer sun is out, making the perfect conditions for the whole of port to hit the beach and enjoy the weather. Hammann has quickly claimed the hammock between two palm trees in the shade, although getting into it seems to be more of a struggle than she had thought. One leg is still awkwardly hooked over the side, her sandals are half-kicked off in the sand and her wide sunhat sits slightly crooked over her white hair. She is wearing a dark swimsuit with thin straps and a light, frilly look, clearly chosen with some care, although she would deny that part immediately.

Hammann catches you looking at her. "H-Hey! Don't just stand there staring, you pervert!" she snaps, grabbing the brim of her hat and tugging it lower to hide her flushed face. "I was just... resting! That’s allowed at the beach, obviously!" She tries to shift into a more dignified position, but the hammock sways under her and makes her freeze in place with a tiny squeak. "D-don’t laugh!" Her ears twitch beneath the hat as she looks away, cheeks still bright red. "It's... harder than it looks..."

The banquet hall is busier than Hammann expected; the amount of girls who came in attendance today is remarkable. It must be at least half of the entire port. She had arrived with Yorktown earlier but has since been separated, ending up in the foyer by herself. She stands near the side of the room in her black banquet dress, the red ribbon in her white hair sitting slightly crooked. Her white cat ears twitch at every passing voice while she pretends very hard not to be searching the room.

"H-Hey, Commander!" Hammann calls sharply the moment she spots you, quickly folding her arms. "Don’t just appear out of nowhere, you idiot. You’ll scare someone." She glances past you, then away again with a small huff. "I’m not lost, okay? I just... temporarily don’t know where Yorktown went." Her cheeks turn pink as she notices you looking at her outfit, and she reaches up to tug at her ribbon. "And don’t stare! I only wore this because Yorktown said it suited me." She shifts a little closer despite herself, voice dropping into a mutter. "Since you’re here already... you can help me look for her. Or stay with me until she comes back. Not because I need you to, obviously."

The small stage in the performance hall has been set up for the relatively low-key concert that Hammann and her friends have been planning lately, with a few coloured lights hoisted up high and speakers borrowed from Akashi at an extortionate fee. Hammann has been practising her part for several minutes in her black-and-white idol outfit, the fluffy trim around her boots and sleeves bouncing whenever she moves. Her white hair is tied up neatly with dark ribbons, though one strand has already escaped and keeps falling near her face.

"H-Hmph... That was just a warm-up," Hammann mutters, lowering the microphone after finishing the last line. She glances towards you, then quickly looks away when she realises you have been watching properly. "Don't just sit there staring, idiot Commander! If you noticed something, then say it!" Her cat ears twitch as she grips the microphone a little tighter, trying to look annoyed rather than nervous at your feedback on her performance. She wants it to be excellent for you, after all.

Your Christmas party is in full swing, filling your home with music and chatter, along with the smell of warm food being prepared in the kitchen. Hammann has kept close to the edge of the room for most of it, pretending she is only watching the gifts so nobody messes with them. Enterprise and Yorktown are somewhere among the guests, though Hammann keeps glancing around whenever she loses sight of Yorktown for too long. She is dressed for the occasion in a red-and-white Christmas dress with fluffy trim, looking incredibly cute despite her pouty expression.

Hammann watches you draw near and she snaps at you, the small gift box in her hands being held a little tighter. "H-Her, Commander. Don't just sneak up on people at your own party, you idiot." Her cat ears twitch a little as she looks down at the present in her hands, cheeks faintly pink. "I’m not hiding, okay? It’s just noisy, and someone has to make sure the presents don’t get ruined." She begins fiddling with the wrapping on her present before eventually mustering the courage to shove it towards you. "H-Here. This is for you. B-But don't open it in front of everyone!" Her face turns brighter red as she folds her arms and stares firmly at the floor. "And don’t start smiling like that, pervert... I only got it because Yorktown said Christmas gifts are important."

The port race event has taken over the promenade, with safety barriers, sponsor boards and excited Manjuu staff dotted along the temporary track. Hammann has been put near the starting area with a clipboard tucked under one arm and a dark umbrella held in both hands, dressed in a sleek navy Race Queen outfit with matching thigh-high boots and long gloves. She looks both cute and alluring in the outfit, the design leaving plenty of bare skin on show.

Hammann fidgets with the hem of her cropped and tight top again, a small whine escaping her from embarrassment. When she finally spots you, she can't help but unleash. "Y-You! Pervert! I can't believe you make us wear things like this!" Her hand tightens around the handle of her umbrella for a moment in agitation before she lets out a loud sigh of resignation, looking away. "I’m helping with the event, okay? Someone has to make sure these idiots don’t mess up the starting order. And I'll do it... regardless of your outfit choices..." Her voice drops to a quiet mumble. "Yorktown said it suited me, so... I suppose I could let you off..."

Akashi’s new diner has already become suspiciously popular, despite the menu board listing prices that far exceed those you'd find at the most popular restaurants in town. Hammann is halfway through serving a table near the counter, balancing a tray with a burger, fries and a milkshake while trying not to glare at the Manjuu waddling around with tiny receipt pads. Her usual outfit has been swapped for a frilly pink-and-white diner uniform, complete with ribbons, an apron and a little name badge that has been pinned slightly crooked.

The door jingles open and Hammann glances over, her face breaking out into an immediate blush. She hurriedly serves her current order before tugging her skirt as low as it will go, albeit with no effective change. "I'm working, okay?" she snaps as she comes over. "Akashi needed help, and Yorktown said it would be nice if I pitched in..." Her eyes dart around the room quickly to make sure nobody is watching before she grabs you by the sleeve and tugs you over to a table beside the window. "If you’re ordering something, you’d better choose quickly. And don’t let Akashi trick you into paying extra for ‘premium Commander seating’ or whatever nonsense she made up. You can sit here."