She had kept to herself most of the time, not usually associating herself with pilots of other factions. Her experiences as a Spacenoid raised on Earth were more than plenty damning, and it took far more effort than the other two had probably given for her to be able to pilot her GM. The sneering faces and blunt  refusals on basis of her heritage had soured her to the core, and made an already aloof Roan much worse in the long run.

That wasn't to say she was to agree with the Zeons, either. Dropping colonies, poisoning them if the situation was ripe for the abuse of human lives. The speech from the Zudah pilot was endearing, but it would take a hell of a lot more than that to remove the shell around her heart, even if this was the first time she had ever been called to a ceasefire with them. Still, given the choice, she wouldn't have gone back with Rebekah or Dallas if she could help it. The man was a lank and perverted individual, that much she could tell, but Roan couldn't discern if it was from Feddie testing or from a set of loose screws already rolling around in his head. Crass, and the kind of personality that boiled her blood and grated on her every nerve.

Rebekah wasn't too much help either. Quiet, stoic, focused utterly upon the Federation and the idea that it could do no wrong. Everything about the other two Federation pilot irritated her to no end, and it was hard enough to ignore the feeling to simply open up and airlock and drift endlessly rather than be stuck on this colony with them. 

The Zeeks were...they were much different to say the least. Mostly younger than her, even, and far better pilots. The Gouf pilot was the strong silent type, but had plenty of sense about her. Depending on what she did to hitch a ride, Roan might jump ship with her. The Zudah's pilot was a bit more hopeful, which brought a slight nagging to her head again. Something about her words and the sensations dug into her brain, and it wasn't very pleasant. As for the Action Zaku pilot, a loner, and perhaps just as aloof as herself. 

They were the enemy, so the Federation said. But they seemed less likely to stab her in the back.

Roan made her decision, picking up her helmet and walking after the Gouf pilot.