Arsenio looked around the room listening, absorbing information, scanning for weaknesses and exploitables. he put on a cheery smile and introduced himself, "Ensign Arsenio Forneus, designated test pilot of the Duel Gundam. As for my 'friends'," Arsenio continued in response to the Captain's statement, his smile turning into a somewhat devilish smirk and a shrug, "The ones who are culled have been definitively proven to be weak." Of the other designated pilots, the ones who had been boosted men like himself treated him like dirt for being the failed experiment, which led the ones who were Naturals to follow suit. He had little camaraderie for them, and even less empathy. That they were all killed was maybe a bit unsettling, but it proved their weakness, the one who survives was the strongest. "Who's laughing now?" he thought to himself. "The one who survives is the strongest," he actually said out loud to the table, "for that, I respect everyone here at the table for being alive, for being strong. I can't help but wonder, though, since we are in ORB, which gives equal treatment to all...genetic types...how many of you are...Coordinators. I also can't help but wonder what our esteemed leadership plans on doing with you once we've extracted necessary information." He grinned, he couldn't help but stir the pot a little.