The mention of starting the Mobile Suit filled Joshua with excitement. He knew it was a bad idea, but as everyone was discussing he found himself hoping everyone else would not realize. Of course they did: the 261st was not staffed by idiots, but he could dream. There was nothing he wanted more than to pilot the suit one more time: with the demilitarization that would no doubt follow the surrender it was not likely he would get to pilot again his lifetime, if he even made it back to Side 3. Even the knowledge that piloting it would do nothing but hurt Zeon was barely enough to stop him from supporting the idea vocally.

Now, the idea with the bikes was more sensible. He had never liked the bikes much, in his early days in the service finding any time spent out of a mobile suit wasted, but it would at least abate his chagrin at their inactivity, and it would be useful to everyone. He could use a good campground, somewhere with water or even [i]shade[/i],  at least protection from the buffeting winds. He stepped out of the group and saluted the commander smartly: surrender was no time to stop being respectful.

"Sir! Volunteering for the bike scouting operation, sir!"

Hopefully a little eagerness would encourage an affirmative reaction from the older man.