[It's easy to spot the figure in white standing before his unit. The hair is the next giveaway, and as Jeremiah makes his way through the hangar, he steels himself. Of course he'd be found here, of course his title in his world would suggest he too would pilot a mobile suit. It doesn't bolster his confidence, however, to justify the presence. Either way, he's in the path between Jeremiah and his machine, so confrontation is inevitable.
Not nearly as protective, deeply unconcerned for the Siegfried's chances of being hijacked, he simply stops behind McGillis rather than demanding explanations.]
Good morning, Brigadier General. May I assist you?
[A little stiff, but not impolite. It had never been his intention to get off on the wrong foot, even if he's still minding their proximity with a wary eye. What he'll get, in turn, remains to be seen.]
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Not nearly as protective, deeply unconcerned for the Siegfried's chances of being hijacked, he simply stops behind McGillis rather than demanding explanations.]
Good morning, Brigadier General. May I assist you?
[A little stiff, but not impolite. It had never been his intention to get off on the wrong foot, even if he's still minding their proximity with a wary eye. What he'll get, in turn, remains to be seen.]