"I see," Haman replied calmly, glancing about while aware of Mashymre hovering nearby should she need him, or he need to take a bullet or some sort of attack for her. He was the kind of subordinate she liked, devoted, skilled, willing to do whatever he asked no matter how unethical it might be. He might object, of course, but once he heard that she had given the order he would go for it, Compared to Chara Soon or someone like Rakan, that kind of blind devotion was very welcome.

Well, no one else was approaching the trio to speak, which perhaps spoke on their low opinion of Zeon, that they didn't feel them worth talking with. A mistaken opinion that they would soon find to be wrong, but for the moment there was little she could do about it. "Well then, ask away. We seem to have some time."

Before Jazz could begin with any questions though, Mineva stepped forward, looking up at him and her head cocked. "Um, so where's your cockpit," she asked curiously. "I'd really like to speak to you in person, Mr. Pilot." A silly question perhaps, but one couldn't fault her for not quite getting that Jazz didn't have a human inside piloting him. Artificial Intelligence was pretty much nonexistent in the Earthsphere, so the concept of a 'sentient robot' was a bit difficult for her to grasp.