[ He's guessing the other mobile suit belongs to the yellow-haired guy from some Plant that doesn't ring a bell. Neither of the Spacians had reacted to the face of Elan Ceres. Granted, space is a large place, but it's not impossible someone well-connected would happen to recognize the heir of one of the most influential corporations. Now that would have been annoying.
So, he's enjoying his continued anonymity as he waves his hand in the air, tone flippant and a touch insincere. ]
Really? Well that's too bad, but it doesn't surprise me. They're always skimping on us! Salary, weapons, even anesthetics...
[ There is a different mobile suit hanging out in dispatch, but whose could it be. It's a mystery. ]
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So, he's enjoying his continued anonymity as he waves his hand in the air, tone flippant and a touch insincere. ]
Really? Well that's too bad, but it doesn't surprise me. They're always skimping on us! Salary, weapons, even anesthetics...
[ There is a different mobile suit hanging out in dispatch, but whose could it be. It's a mystery. ]