Rowan stood off to one side and stood to attention as the Lieutenant passed by, being sure to behave well, and make a good impression. He was encouraged by the other pilots' relatively friendly attitude and demeanour, and relaxed slightly, nodding as he mentioned not enjoying killing people. 
"I'm glad to hear it," he commented in reply. "Good to know we have something in common, at least".
He gave a sheepish smile at the comment regarding the state of his suits' cockpit and gave a short laugh. "Ah, sorry about that - I guess I didn't notice it when I was piloting before. I'm either used to it, which is pretty grim, or I don't notice because I'm usually wearing a normal suit, or in space... Maybe I can scrub it out later on, heh."
He co-operated as he was patted down, assuming the position to be searched without prompting, and being sure to advise about the survival knife and personal swiss-army knife he carried before being searched. After being advised he could re-board the Zeta Plus, Rowan climbed back up into the machine. 
"Thanks, Lieutenant. I'm glad everything is working out okay. Like I said, I'm not here to cause any undue trouble for anyone."
The Zeta Plus climbed back up into a standing posture with a whirring hiss of Mobile Suit machinery, eyes glowing as the machine came back to life. The head pivoted to follow Black Star's lead, waiting for further orders to proceed.