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[color=Silver]	Robin was lucky enough to even get a response out of her, considering what Captain Paterson had told him about her records. An introvert to camaraderie, or something along those lines, was her key part. In training, being a one-man-army seemed to be her thing, but what would that make for the actual reality of war. Squadrons were formed to ensure someone had their back at all times, regardless of where they were at or who was amongst the ranks. Robin had hoped to change such desires but obviously was failing at doing so, letting out a very minute sigh and grin.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"Mon Dieu, a tough crowd."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Robin tried to keep his smile but found it fading away slowly. Something had crossed his mind that really didn't stick well. Clearly she wasn't the person to talk to about it, but his loose tongue still found its way into the conversation, bringing up a random topic that troubled him.[/color] [color=Aqua][b]"Uhh...well, don't you think this is all a bit [i]daunting[/i]? I mean, maybe not for you because you seem so calm and collected right now, but even having a giant suit of armour locked around my body, I still feel vulnerable returning back to France. Though I'm sure anyone would...Where do you originate from?"[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	The topic slipped onward as Captain Paterson, who was standing nearby, began to shuffle the two in the direction of the dropship. By that, Robin tried his best to keep a [i]normal[/i] distance between him and the one who clearly did not like his presence, or rather he thought so. Maybe it was quite a bad question to ask, knowing that the world had plenty of suffering in all its directions. Whoever it was, wherever they came from, their nation had fallen to woe and terror. Even Britain, a place that had been relatively untouched by the Ukon Invasion, had lost many men, women and children as a result of warfare and needing a maintainable armed corps. Time would only tell in where he would regret the decision to ask.

	Quickly, he also tried to shift the topic as they clambered up the ramp to the storage bay. They'd have to walk past the bays where all the Goliaths were stored, awaiting to be dropped from the undercarriage like some sort of explosive ordinance.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"There's the beauty herself. POLO please maintain a minimal link towards PBG-17."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Walking past his pride, the Angel-Class Goliath he was given the privilege of piloting, he quietly ordered for his AI companion to ensure that he was somewhat linked to the mech itself. It wasn't a necessity, oh no, but Robin liked the idea of knowing that POLO could take full control of the Goliath without wasting too much time in the event of a disaster, such as the dropship going down in a spiral.[/color] [color=Aqua][b]"You know what...It's gonna be fine. We're the 15th, after all. You're trained and so am I, as are the rest of our team. We'll cover each others' backs, right?"[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	Once they had ascended upwards, the ramp began to close, indicating that the entire payload was now on-board. The Captain, just slightly ahead of them, patted them both on the shoulders and continued onward, cheering and raising a strange and eerie thought of hope towards the fellow pilots around them. It made Robin feel queasy.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"Mon Seigneur, I wish he'd stop doing that..."[/b][/color]