"I'm glad you survived....we lost to many men and women in that assault. It was...brutal and unorthodox but I'd say whoever staged it got their work done."

The man had a tired look to him as he gestured for her to follow him. She jumped a bit at the gesture, unexpected as it were, but followed him obediently.

"This sea of blue is stained red with the blood of ORB's soldiers....I regret that it had to happen but what has happened will definitely change the war as we know it. Buster, Raider, Forbidden, and Red Astray Prototype were all stolen. Gold is assumed stolen and for whatever reason Blue Astray is still in our hands as if the mock us. I believe that-.....never mind I'm shoving my mental baggage onto a injured woman....are you alright Miss Milya? I hope that you aren't scarred one way or another from these events....If it makes any difference I had a nephew here in this assault....he saved Calamity Gundam and killed an enemy ace it seemed." 

"O..oh." It was a quite a pickle for her now. What was she to say exactly? What was the response he was hoping to elicit from her? Congratulations? Wouldn't that be like spitting the faces of the dead people he had just mentioned? Milya fidgeted about for a moment before saying the only thing she could think of, putting on her usual smile. "Is he alright now?"

She was getting rather conscious of herself sweating now, and the uncomfortable feeling of her tank top under her jumpsuit starting to stick to her.