Mask/Luin Lee happily took the chair, enjoying the fact that people accepted him willingly, despite his Kuntala position.
He looked over towards Nena who seemed annoyed by his presence. 
"Yes, Nena, I'm sorry that I inconvenience you with my attendance." He began before turning towards Puru, smiling at her... eloquence.
"I'm glad to hear that Puru. You gave us all a place to come back to. As for me, I made a mistake that cost me nearly half of my Elf Bullock. But, we did 'kick butt' out there." He said, chuckling lightly. It'd been a while since he could give a heartfelt laugh. Not since that day the pirates attacked the Capital Tower. Everything has changed since then, and even his piloting skills have become a little less than it used to be. 
"I owe you all much, and I owe my piloting abilities to my instructor, Dellensen. I owe the rest of that to my Mask." He said taking it out to show everyone. 
"With this mask, I have gotten a lot of data, and been able to predict the movements and attacks of my enemies. It was developed so that I could go against the possibilities of a NewType piloting the G-self. I've grown a little dependent on it, and have decided to shelve it for now. I'm thinking of sharing the info on it with the ship, but the Capital Army information I would be forced to withhold."