Owens smirked to himself, that was all he needed to hear really, at least the advancement hadn't halted since the loss of Yamato's father, but still they were treating it rather hush-hush. He supposed that made sense as he calmly began to walk out of the room, leaning on his cane briefly outside but then turning in the opposite direction. Jerry sat quietly in his cockpit and leaned on his left hand irritably as his machine was moved back to the hangar bay. It was like everything was going to hell now that Carl was gone.

He glanced briefly in the direction of Ambrosia's unit as it turned dutifully and walked after the others headed for the hanger, a sneer coming across his face, having her talk back to him had finally made him realize how much he hated the idea of a new teammate, but then he recalled Claire telling him to be quiet as well, the irritation made him become pretty tight-lipped as he sank in his chair, muttering to himself in irritation, even a good drink couldn't fix this particular bad mood.

Claire seemed to wait a while for Ambrosia to approach, until the other passed and she followed up behind, staring at the back of the machine. The mechanics would likely retrieve her missing blade. The image in her mind, however, was playing over and over again, seeing her shoot at the test unit in frustration. For a person who seemed to prize her logic she was doing a rather illogical thing at that moment in time. Everything seemed so distant to her.

She looked upon the situation in her mind, the battle. Everyone was more or less doing their own thing. Jerry was too busy over-worrying, she herself was even at fault for not caring. Trigger was Trigger, of course, without Jerry watching his ass he was an open target. Destro was determined to keep his cool at least, but Ambrosia's lone wolf style of combat made it difficult to support her if she didn't care for their support. Or had she realized she couldn't rely on them in their current state?

She sighed to herself, the realization sunk in that, as a Squadron, they were pretty pathetic now. If the Midland forces could see them know, they would be laughing and she couldn't even fault them on that. She opened her unit and climbe dout of it, hitting the ground low but eventually standing straight and looking towards Ambrosia's unit again. Now that she was outside she could see the fresh scars of battle on it. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when Shirley's voice suddenly yelled;
"Oh nooooo!!!" She called, staring up at the previously brand new unit, "What did you do?! It-it-it was all shiny and new and wonderful looking and now it's all.. Scratched and the metals stained with missile fuel burns and oh-god-what-is-wrong with you people?!" She broke into inane babbling, looking over the unit inch-by-inch and picking out various bits of debris as Ambrosia opened the chest plate, though she stared silently at the animated assistant freaking out about the unit.

Unlike the others, she was more reluctant to leave the unit, but eventually she forced herself to climb out and look up at the machine herself. She wanted to climb back in and use it more. She wasn't sure what for, or why, she just wanted to use it, fight, continue existing in that anonymous shell. Outside of it she felt cold and uncomfortable, exposed to things she wanted no part in. To these people..
Jerry finally jumped out of his own mech, glaring in Ambrosia's direction but then he simply rested his hands on his hips, biting down on his tongue and forcibly turning his head away, no point in starting an argument with her.