He thinks of the Gundams. He thinks of the colonies, their homes, abandoning them the moment OZ showed up, all smiles and money and platitudes sheathing their cold-blooded, aristocratic swords.

"Yeah."

Breathes a sigh out.

"Well," He pushes off the wall he's leaned on, turns back towards the door out of the panel room. "With that cheery note, I guess I'll take in a bit more of the party! Curious what kinda comics they got goin' on-- I've heard some real spicy rumors." He shoots Erik a toothy grin.

"Later, neato 'squito!"