[It's not that Perona knows Marco enough, but misery loves company, and can recognize good company a mile away. She takes one look at him and knows the state he's in - it's much akin to how she herself is feeling now. Her expression is equally stoic, as she steps toward him, taking a seat at his side.
Perona doesn't bother introducing herself, there's no need for it, and she can't really be bothered either way. Plus, the Whitebeard Commander looks like he needs a minute to compose himself some. She can grant him that, at the very least. But she will order some red tea for herself.]
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Perona doesn't bother introducing herself, there's no need for it, and she can't really be bothered either way. Plus, the Whitebeard Commander looks like he needs a minute to compose himself some. She can grant him that, at the very least. But she will order some red tea for herself.]