Rowan had moved the Zeta Plus into the hangar space as directed, and paused to listen as the Lieutenant spoke to him again.
[QUOTE] "Alright well if that's the case then hopefully you'll love it here. I don't like being back stabbed Mr. Rowan. If this is some sort of elaborate plan then whatever crew you were a part of is going to burn in flames before I die."[/QUOTE]
He rolled his eyes, tired of the continuing accusations against his character, when he'd done nothing but tell the truth and co-operate as asked.
"I don't know any more ways to tell you I'm not here to screw everyone over, Lieutenant. I've got no 'crew', and nowhere else to go, least of all back to a Zeon-loving ship", he spat bitterly. "But if you want to make an enemy out of me, by all means go on questioning my intentions, motives and morality. I don't happen to like being back-stabbed or double-crossed either. And from having been in the AEUG against the Titans, I've seen plenty of it too. So, yet again, No. I am not your enemy, and I'm not going to be, for all the good that telling you that seems to do".
Tired of the conversation and already having said too much in anger, he shut off the radio with a stabbing press of the control, yanking off his helmet before he climbed out and rode the cockpits' wire-lift to the hangar floor, tucking his helmet under one arm. As the other pilot waiting at floor-level spoke to him, he nodded in acknowledgement, expression softening, but still clouded slightly with annoyance and frustration.
"I understand," he replied as he made it down to the deck. "It can't be easy, if everyone else has been through the being torn away from wherever they were like I have. I'm sure we're all from god knows what places and circumstances," he answered with a sigh, some of the anger having bled away from his earlier scathing tone. "I'm not surprised there's a lot of suspicion going around with so many different groups and factions in the mix. Though, honestly, I'm getting a bit rubbed up the wrong way by having my loyalties questioned so much. I've been nothing but a loyal soldier to the Earth Federation and the AEUG for the better part of ten years; and one dedicated to the better ideals, rather than the facist route the Titans went down."
He grimaced as more armed men walked up, but were at least more polite an accomodating in their requests, as he turned to go with them.
"But I suppose since I came looking for help from an enemy ship, it makes sense; I'd be cautious in your position too. Don't worry, I'll follow your orders. But don't get my willing co-operation with protocol confused with me liking it, or being naive or simple. Being friendly and polite on my part just makes it go better for everyone involved. And I'm not in the habit of being an asshole either, as it so happens. I prefer to try and get along with my prospective allies". 
He followed along with the soldiers as directed. He briefly met the eyes of a pilot giving him a curious look, giving a slight nod of acknowledgement and greeting as he passed, glancing around and trying to find something familiar in his surroundings as he followed along to the meeting room, where he took a chair as directed. 
Sitting down, the pilot stripped off his gloves, and placed them inside his helmet, left upturned on the table as he waited for someone to come along and inevitably interrogate him about everything that had happened to him so far, and everything he knew and could tell them, much as he'd expect.