Rowan listened to the other pilots' orders carefully, impressed with the level of care being taken, and understanding it perfectly. 
"Roger, Lieutenant. I'll put down right here so you can inspect my Mobile Suit. I'd do the same in your position, so I understand the need for being careful; don't worry - I don't hold a grudge against you for doing it. I'll co-operate fully with you."
Slowly decreasing the Zeta-Plus' throttle, he dropped in altitude back into the clearing Lieutenant Black Star had been waiting in, grasping the Beam Smartgun by the barrel with the suits' left manipulator and detaching it from the right arm as he descended, allowing the butt-end to rest on the ground as the machine settled to terra firma. As soon as it was solidly set down, he set the long-barrelled powerful weapon on the ground and put the mass-production Zeta variant into a crouch. Opening the cockpit hatch, he climbed out and waved to get the other pilots' attention.
"I'll leave my sidearm in the cockpit seat, and wait on the ground, okay? And I've left the Mobile Suit on standby for you to inspect. Most of its' weapons are built-in, so I can't do much about that, but they're there for you to take a look at. I think that's the best I can do for now, I'm afraid..." 
Climbing down to the ground, he waited for the Lieutenant to come over, standing what he believed to be a safe distance back, and waiting for any further questions.