Donna was at the meeting room, listening to what the newcomers had to say. They were yet again colourful as the last batch with names she never heard of, a terrorist among one of them. She can point out that their original loyalties hardly matter for now but but chose not say anything as she was more or less a guest. It looked like the good Captain can maintain order in the room and she wishes so. From what she heard now the terrorist can negotiate to work for the time being but the pilot of the small Gundam was still loud. She wished she is able to get a drink as the newcomers were hardly to be friendly with and deal with the stress of being stranded.