[B]Christoph Lockheed[/B]

Hunter S. Marlowe. A frequent companion of Christoph's whenever he went out for lunch. While he knew little about the other man, he did consider him to be a friendly acquaintance of his, and he did quite enjoy the newspaper that Marlowe published. It was rather interesting, and from time to time it could be somewhat thought-provoking. It was clear that Marlowe possessed a certain way with words that was definitely intriguing to the Commonwealth pilot. On the other hand, the paper was incredibly low-budget, and from his weekly readings, he had noticed a boundless number of typos.

"None," he said simply.

It was somewhat flattering that Marlowe assumed that he could provide the reporter with any sort of scoop. In their constant meetings at the café near the War Memorial, the pilot had never actually talked much, preferring to listen to his companion's endless diatribes on the nature of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Christoph had never been an overly talkative sort, after all. Still, if his presence assisted Marlowe, more power to him.

"I'm from the coastal regions," explained the mobile suit pilot, redirecting his attention to Noreille.