EXIA: Micheal D. Cicero
”I don’t intend on damaging the Gundam anytime soon.”
Micheal stepped out of the Exia and walked over to head of maintenance and his fellow Gundam pilot, taking off his helmet and putting it under his arm. While the island was great for a hidden base, Micheal couldn’t say he was fond of it. He didn’t really enjoy high humidity areas, but he wasn’t going to voice his complaints pver something so minor. Mostly because there were quite a few people that had doubts due to his age and he wasn’t going to add fuel to that fire. He turned to the head maintenance and asked.
”If there is no issues I’m going to cook dinner. It’s a special occasion and I doubt anyone does delivery out here. Micheal turned to Wesker. ”Since you’re the other meister and the mission well, have anything to request?” Notably he seemed to have blocked out Nick during the second part of that conversation, Micheal had a sneaking suspicion that the Head of Maintenance was one of those people who had doubts and just because he was far more capable than you’re average teenager that one doesn’t mean he wasn’t one or couldn’t be just as petty.