[color=ffff00][h3]Michel Montmartre[/h3][/color]

Michel looked around the room with a pouty, slightly-bored face, his arms crossed behind the back of his head while he reclined, leaning back precariously in his cushy conference room chair. He smiled as Commander Shourichi began to speak; she was everything he wanted to be, cool, confident, and sexy. Some of his caretakers said she was a bad influence on him, but they didn't say more than that since he needed to obey her as his commanding officer out of necessity, and they didn't want to be implicated for promoting insubordination. But the more he admired her, the more rebellious he was becoming. In fact, there was hardly anyone on the team who was a good influence on Michel, and it had been the administrations vain hope that at the very least, he would be one component they could control, but that hope was very quickly slipping out of their fingers the more time Michel spent with his fellow pilots.

He did notice however, Hazel signing and decided to bring attention to it. [color=ffff00]"Ms. Stoll seems to have some concerns!"[/color] he said, as if he was a student raising his hand to give the teacher an answer. He smiled at Hazel, as if expecting some sort of thanks, but then extending this smile to the other pilots seated around.