When the crew finally managed to get the F91 in place, the [url=http://imgur.com/yaPVoJX]cockpit hatch[/url] opened and out came Leo, carrying his helmet in one hand, a small suitcase in the other and a space-cig between his teeth, using the hatch as a bridge into the catwalks and feeling the temperature coming from the large heat sink that made up a good part of the F91's torso. Ah, the unit's one achilles heel, its tendency to overheat. Though the ship's mechanics seemed eager to look into his Gundam, they all stopped when they felt the heat coming from its structure. "Don't worry gents, that'll dissipate in no time, the F91 is a bit of a hothead is all", he said with an amused look on his face, the metal cylinder swaying with every word. "Now, mind pointing me towards the locker room and the cafeteria?".

No amount of protests and mentions of heading towards the medical bay for a meeting could dissuade him, so eventually the mechanics crew gave up and provided the necessary directions and Leo was off to get out of his pilot suit and into his favorite clothes, all the luggage that he had managed to fit into the F91's cockpit along with his smoking supplies without arousing suspicion. He had been planning on leaving Angelo for quite some time and was well prepared for it. Then he'd grab himself some food, and then he'd head towards the infirmary, if the meeting was still happening.