Camelia glared at any figure of authority she could get her eyes on. For the nth time, somebody had misspelled (and probably mispronounced) her name. When the hell would they understand that it's simply Camelia, not Camellia, Camilia or Camelea??
Sadly for her, she'd been unable to get the thought through to anybody that mattered, so she let it slide. She liked her name, she really did! But why was she the only one that knew it?
Apart from those worries, not wearing her usual armor when going into combat felt... a bit like being naked. She had to actually concentrate to refrain from hiding behind the bag she had been handed before entering the arena. Taking the shotgun into her left hand and a smoke in her right, she waved the stranger she'd been set up against. "Yo, dude! You ready?"