Trigger practically jumpped out of his unit. Even now he had a smile on his face, chuckling at the mess. He moved over to Jerry, poking his face "awe, it will be ok sour puss. Now it gives ole Gizmo a reason to upgrade~." In his own way, he was trying to make him feel better. Destro climbed down, already lighting up another cigar. "That was a mess out there" he says, "more like five individuals than a team." He stepped away to smoke for a bit. Up in the base, Yamato did not need to turn to know Owen was there. "My office...now" he walked away down the hall. He still desired to talk to the man, as he had said earlier. Walking down the hall, he was heading back himself. His mind on the events, as well as on what he was planning before them. As he went, Makoto herself made a call.

She then went down to the bay to look over the other pilots. She could tell that all of them were expecting to get yelled at. However, she had something else in mind. "Pack your bags" she says, handing a plain black card to each of them, "you are to meet in the bay tomorrow morning. Pack what you need...we will not be returning for a bit." She turned away from them all at that point, leaving them with the mystery. Trigger looked around the card, it looked quite plain. "Wonder what it's about" he said. Destro slipped his own into his pocket, "we'll find out tomorrow it seems." He looked to Claire, before he walked off. It was time for food, he was getting hungry. "Lunch time!" Trigger smiled, seeming to have the same idea, he looped his arm around Jerry's, pulling him along. The mechanics had set to work, getting things ready to move on. Diego looked over at Owens once Yamato walked away, it was a bit obvious what he wished to speak about.

He wondered if the doc would keep his work as before when he said he wanted Diego to be there when he spoke with Yamato. Yamato had made it to the office, it was simple in nature really. A dark wood desk with a sleek computer. It was organized, nothing personal on the desk. A black chair behind it, and two simpler ones in front for others to sit in. The entire wall behind the desk was made up of bookcases. There were various books, a clock, a globe and other items. It was elegant and nice, a bit dark but it was comfortable not gloomy. He slipped over behind the desk, sitting within the chair. His eyes moved to a fireplace on the right. It was warm, his mind upon the events still. He would await the doctor to speak of events concerning this new recruit. Once that was out of the way, he would move on with the task of tomorrow's events.