The Act Zaku was surveyed with a steely gaze. Rebekah watched it float into the colony and set itself down, committing as many details of its design to memory as possible. She observed the pilot as well, though mostly for her own curiosity. She wasn't sure what she had expected a Newtype to look like, but she didn't quite fit the bill.

Neither, admittedly, did the Frenchman that had elected to rest an arm on her shoulders. He was greeted with a cool stare for his trouble.

"I am inclined to agree with my compatriot. While a ceasefire benefits us all, it has not escaped my notice that several of you were [i]very[/i] active combatants up until a moment ago."