She could vaguely hear the commander speaking, her focus now on her bloodied dress. "This will never wash off properly." The sheer absurdity of her worrying about her dress right now wasn't lost on her, as she gave a strained chuckle. She sat there for a while before realizing she had been off for a few minutes now. There were GINNs attacking the base now. What next? A full battalion of MSes hiding under the ocean, launching their suits and missiles at the base? Milya wouldn't put that past ZAFT though, they did just attack a neutral faction.

She watched the two other Gundams, Aegis and Duel, fight the GINNs for a while, pride filling her breast as the suits she worked on functioned every bit as she imagined it would have. The Duel was leaving its back unguarded however, as it grabbed a machine gun and started shooting at the fleeing Raider. A GINN raised it's sword behind him, before a knife smashed through the cockpit in its torso, killing the pilot.

That was about as much as she could do right now. With that she pulled on the handle, setting the Strike to kneel, and open it's cockpit. Anymore jostling around and she had a feeling her insides would go outside.