As Graham took clear delight in flapping his gums, producing a surprising amount of words for what could've been answered in much shorter phrases, Ray actually gave a knowing look to Ryo the mechanic. Oh yes, he got why the man was seen as bothersome around the base. Still, as an out of place man in a strange land the information was quite welcome. Oh man, Zeon and newtypes. Always Zeon and always newtypes, even here, wherever this was. He just had to chuckle at it all. It would've been funnier if he hadn't spent a lifetime shooting at and getting shot by Zeon and seeing or hearing about disasters involving newtype experiments.

"Oooh boy, Zeon. Got some history with them I do. Have fought them almost exclusively for most of my life in fact, they never give up, ever. Every few years it's a new uprising". He shook his head and just had to laugh some more, a rather bitter and tired laugh. "You'll get your thrills with them, kid. Suicidal zealots with a love for overinvesting in high performance machines unfeasible for mass production. As for the sixth sense thing, we called them newtypes, a new step in human evolution somehow created by living in space. Load of hokey to me, just a bunch of unbalanced loons that bleed like anyone else".