The captain's explanation of a 'junker' lead Rowan's eyebrow to rise slightly. He nodded in affirmative at the mention of Victor's mobile suit. "I'm sure he'll change his mind if he sees my 'junk' suit in action. It's a long damn way from being obsolete, salvage, or worthless". He quietened down and listened in as the Captain explained more regarding the situation, his attention focused on the Captains' unveiling of his plan. As he continued to speak, Rowan found himself growing more enamoured of the man's command style and his personality that was part of it. The fact that he felt like he was finally [i]getting somewhere[/i] helped as well, and he was eager to play a part in events. 
"Dishonourable is such a relative term, sir. I prefer 'subterfuge', or 'misdirection'. And I'm sure I can play my part in this with ease. They sent me out as a scout after all; if I return with information gathered, then they'll have no reason to doubt it, particularly. Especially if I appeal to their egos and their sense of superiority. Where do you want me to send them, and how should I proceed if it succeeds, Sir?"

The long-haired pilot looked on intently, eager to be part of the operation and for it to be a resounding success, as much as he could make it happen. Planning and strategy, this was familiar territory, and something he could work with. Now, he was starting to feel at home, and a lot more useful.